Are
A voice he didn't recognize, belonging to a face he hadn't seen amidst his neighbors nor among the market's crowd. Slim and refined, yet his hands spoke far more to Are than his face; hands of a fellow craftsman. "Heill ok sæll, stranger!" he greeted the man and flashed him a sincere smile, colored by equal parts relief and eagerness. Neither fangs nor a pale face was a good sign, and the fact that he was there proved idle talk was not the only thing on the agenda.
"A fight indeed!" Are exclaimed and produced his blunted axe from the pack, giving his shield a little tap as if to assert both their purpose. "Well, a friendly one at least, not hankering to get chewed up all too bad, never know when there's need for the sharp axe in these times." a little nervous laugh escaped as he touched on the seriousness of the matter. The fact that he wasn't training for some far off lofty goal but for the very real threat among them had the joke falling flat, at least to him.
"I'm Are by the way, sorry, I get carried away. Care to join me?" he finally remembered his manners and the smile renewed by a touch of that stubborn cheerfulness.
"A fight indeed!" Are exclaimed and produced his blunted axe from the pack, giving his shield a little tap as if to assert both their purpose. "Well, a friendly one at least, not hankering to get chewed up all too bad, never know when there's need for the sharp axe in these times." a little nervous laugh escaped as he touched on the seriousness of the matter. The fact that he wasn't training for some far off lofty goal but for the very real threat among them had the joke falling flat, at least to him.
"I'm Are by the way, sorry, I get carried away. Care to join me?" he finally remembered his manners and the smile renewed by a touch of that stubborn cheerfulness.
