Are
"Oh, could you now?" Are asked, eyebrow cocked and stout frame shaking with mirth. His low chuckle turned a good-hearted laughter as the honor-thirsty gentleman bandit grumbled about his deserved place in the world. His half-slurred life's story had Are equal parts amused and worried, far too many good men had fallen prey to eyes bigger than their mouths could muster.
A good eye for a good lad he prided himself on having, not nearly as well trained as his father's, but enough to tell that his new found friend was blowing hot air. Not that Are had the heart to take the wind out of the man's sails, not yet at least. "Do tell! What will the great Adam be known for? No room in Valhall for cobblers and thieves, so what is your claim to fame?!" he roared, spirits lifted by the simple idea of valor for valor's sake. "Me, I will be a glorious warrior, one strong enough to bring down Jörmungandr with only my two bare hands I tell you!" Are punched the air and beamed, blowing life in childish fantasies better left behind like the world before him.
A good eye for a good lad he prided himself on having, not nearly as well trained as his father's, but enough to tell that his new found friend was blowing hot air. Not that Are had the heart to take the wind out of the man's sails, not yet at least. "Do tell! What will the great Adam be known for? No room in Valhall for cobblers and thieves, so what is your claim to fame?!" he roared, spirits lifted by the simple idea of valor for valor's sake. "Me, I will be a glorious warrior, one strong enough to bring down Jörmungandr with only my two bare hands I tell you!" Are punched the air and beamed, blowing life in childish fantasies better left behind like the world before him.
