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[devowr]

[A pretty man with red hair and a thick grey fur shawl around his shoulders appears, seeming hesitant for a moment. He understands that this is how it works, having seen it before. Still. It’s new to him. ]

Good evening. [For those who speak English or its interdimensional equivalents will hear a thick Scandinavian accent. His voice is clear and confident, and he offers a warm smile to the camera.]

Though the snow and creature-rearing has kept us busy and indoors these past weeks, there is no reason we cannot get to know one another. Afterall, must we wait until spring to match-make? So much idle time, so much plentiful food… I think we should all become better acquainted.

My name is Ragnvaldr, the qualities that make me a good husband include hunting, fishing, wood-chopping, and leather making. Also, I am literate.

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[wolfish]

I've met my share of ladies around here, so they're around. Hard to say who might be observing with this network business, besides.

[ Someone could be reading along to get a better sense of the man who'd suddenly brought up matchmaking. ]

As for me, I'd just taken part in a battle that should bring a years-long war near its conclusion. A neighboring empire had begun an invasion and even helped orchestrate a civil war in my country, you see. The sooner we end the conflict for good, the sooner we can rebuild.

[devowr]

Ah, that’s right. This is hardly a private conversation. I hope I’ve made a good impression.

[He gives a solemn nod. War was the way of men. Not that he’d ever had to be the king’s pawn. Still. ]

Are you a knight, then?

[wolfish]

I'd say you came across as personable once you got talking, for what it's worth.

[ For some people, less talking is better, but in the case of others the opposite holds true. ]

But no, no, I'm no knight. I know a guy [ Ashe ] who'd have a good laugh at the thought. My people are mercenaries, since the war displaced us all. It's by good fortune that I can fight for my home.

[devowr]

Ah, but you ask good questions. You have a knack at this.

I’ve known a mercenary on my travels, though he had rather sticky fingers. …Still, he seemed to have a good heart.

[His people fared poorly as well. What would have become if there had been any survivors? Perhaps they would have been forced to live like that, too.]

We all must do what we must.

Regardless. You seem knowledgeable. Do you have a spouse back home?

[wolfish]

I've had enough dealings with people that I'd better be a decent talker... Mercenary work and thievery are seldom mutually exclusive, especially if times are tough, so it doesn't surprise me to hear that.

[ But also he's a crimelord. One with principles, but his fingers can be sticky too. ]

Alas, no one waiting back home for me. Did get to see what it'd be like on my first mission, though.

[devowr]

[So that’s just how it was with mercenaries, though he couldn’t be surprised. Life was hard, and however men deemed they should find their ways through it numbered infinitely. Still, it seemed a troublesome way to live. He wonders which hungry winter drove this other man to it. This is when he realizes they haven’t been introduced.]

Is that your name? Ashen?

[wolfish]

No, just a little something that might catch the eye of people from home.

[ The name of his unofficial former class was the Ashen Wolves. His people would recognize it, where it wouldn't do to toss his criminal moniker around.

If Byleth ever cropped up, he'd probably be curious too. ]

Call me Yuri.