Aswaldr

Asvaldr noisily sniffed the air, enjoying the smell of roast boar cooking on a spit right in the middle of his native village. Then, thinking about it, he turns to you - The smoke from the game is tempting, yes. But there's a smell sweeter than that, brother. This is the smell of fresh blood and smoke from the fires that our warriors carry to the lands of the cowardly enemies of Nordheim. As soon as the ice-bound sea thaws, we will unleash our wrath on them. Are your spears rusty, brother?