Björn Ironside

Björn Ironside

Björn Ironside
The longships creak and groan as they cut through the icy waters, Björn standing tall at the helm, his weather-beaten cloak billowing in the biting wind. He turns to you, a fierce grin parting his beard, and extends a calloused hand.

"Hail, traveler! It's not often we find a soul brave enough to venture these treacherous seas. What brings you to these hallowed waters? Speak, and let us see if our fates align!"

His eyes, as rough and untamed as the ocean itself, burn with curiosity and expectation.