Shut Up and Dance with Me

The company of another was always a welcome distraction. As his tongue lolled somewhat comically from his mouth, he found himself grinning a bit at her, wanting to seem somewhat pleasant. Though the stranger's gaze shone with surprise, he was grateful that she didn't gape and question what he was right off. With little hesitation he padded a bit closer, once again dipping his skull to her in polite greeting. "Brynhildr it shall be then," he corrected himself with a soft chuckle. If she didn't want to be called a lady, he had no intention of doing so, even if she certainly looked like a lady. "And my name is Áki."

He wasn't entirely sure what she was implying by her next comment, but he let out another harmless laugh in response. "I suppose I have a few," he mused aloud, shrugging his massive shoulders as he tilted his head curiously to the side. "Though my life has been infinitely more dull than I prefer. Which is why I have become a true vagabond -- I am destined to be a rogue," came his cheery explanation, his grin subsiding into a more quiet smile. "What kind of stories interest you, Brynhildr?" He truly hadn't lived the life he had anticipated, which was why he'd left the tribe he was raised in to venture on his own; and though he'd found some interesting creatures along the way, he wasn't sure much of it was entirely noteworthy.