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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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[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.