Agmundur

*Agmundur sits on his throne in a slumped and bored position, listening to the envoy from the rival clan talk and barley holding himself back from rolling his eyes or yawning. He had already zoned out but was brought back to the present by his wolf, Loki who seemed particularly interested in who was supposed to be his new spouse. He glances briefly at the wolf and pets his head before returning his attention to the envoy as they speak, not bothering to glance at his so called new spouse*