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Víðarr

The Hallows
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Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
81
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
480
player
wicked

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01-13-2022, 06:30 AM (This post was last modified: 01-13-2022, 06:30 AM by Víðarr. Edited 1 time in total.)

A shy creature, that was fair. Víðarr watched his face as if trying to look through the stranger entirely. If he could look through the man, then he'd be able to see the motivations that rest below. He offered help... why? A stranger here... was he alone? The shadow wouldn't drop his guard, not for anything, but he didn't find the company anything other than agreeable. As he spoke, he watched the other man's attempt to process his words. That was also fair-- his accent could be a bit difficult sometimes. Good enough. When it came to being social, he'd rest on good enough.

When it came to crafting, though, Víðarr was all in. Attention to detail, and the best craftsmanship he could muster. Granted, it was all pretty new to him. Hearing the stranger offer to lend a hand and have him actually know what he was doing... a tempting offer. He'd apprenticed, even. "Mmm," it was an affirmative murmur, his tail thumping once, twice, three times on the ground behind him. This could be good, quite good indeed.

Ah, he'd come as a trader. That made more sense. He'd trade his services, and his goods-- a reasonable offer, depending on what he was looking for in return. This was an honest pursuit, and it set the shadow at ease. A bit more warmth edged into his gaze. "Rocks appropriate for damaging?" His eyebrows lifted. Ah shit, those words... weren't quite right. Víðarr's brow furrowed, sighing before trying to think through how he'd explain himself. "Building gauntlets, bracers, for my front legs." There we go, that was a start. "I want to make them spiked." He gestured to each of the leather plates, and then looked to the man before him.

"I can offer preserved food and leather, in trade now. If you are nearby, and willing to wait until the next time we hunt, I can offer seal furs." It was best to know what the stranger would like before making any sort of deal he couldn't make good on, or getting his hopes up. "I am Víðarr Trygg." Right, if he was asking the man to wait on the rest of any goods, the least the shadow could do was introduce himself. The best thing a man has is his word, and his name.












VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.


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