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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]

[A lot of the nouns, people, places- they all fly over his head. But he understands parts, and what he judges to be the important parts of it all. ]

A single battle with one enemy for eleven hours? No, I don’t think so. I can scarce imagine such a thing, such a tenacious opponent. Battle are usually quick things, even when they are grueling. There is only so much blood. There is only so much magic before a sorcerer loses his mind.

[But, he’d spent longer than that in the dungeons of Fear and Hunger. Not that he’d known how long he spent there. ]

You must have had an incredible team for support- You must be quite the impressive warrior yourself. Most men would double over just from the hunger during such exertion.

…I have luckily never shit myself during combat. That must have been terrible.

[rowd]

( there's an ugly snort from sam, before he settles back onto the couch he's sitting on and just, )

It's just a word, I wasn't in my own shit. ( well. ) Not that I know of anyway.

I could've eaten a whole cow by myself after, but hunger's not something that slows me down unless it's been like, weeks since I last had anything decent.

( the rules of physics don't apply to him. )

[devowr]

After eleven hours, I don’t think anyone would judge you.

[Really, if this is no exaggeration, that pushes even incredible limits!]

Ah… I have starved before, as have many of my people. It takes just days to truly start to lose grasp on reality.

[And what comes after that… Well.]

You must be very resilient. If we are to prove ourselves here, we should count ourselves lucky to have you. So… What is your weapon of choice?

[rowd]

Usually an axe or a sword or something like that.

( he likes things that are big and sharp that he can swing around. )

But I've been sticking mostly to knives since I got here.