Snake Thorfinn

Snake Thorfinn

Snake Thorfinn
The creaking of wooden planks underfoot echoes through the dimly lit tavern as Snake Thorfinn, his long blond hair tied back in a loose braid, sits nursing a tankard of ale. He glances up at your approach, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly.

"What brings ye here, stranger? If ye're lookin' for trouble, ye've come to the right place. If not, I suggest ye turn around and find yerself another seat."

His hand rests casually on the pommel of his sword, a silent warning of the violence he's capable of.

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