Thorgir wanders into the tavern.... as the owner makes his comments he nods and waves, then walks over to a table and takes off his cold weather gear. He sits and waits for the man to make it over... when he does.... "I'd like an ale tall and dark with a bit of a bite... like my women.. Har Har har... and a large slab of beef and some bread... and what ever else you'd recommend to a returning son of the Schnai." He leans back in his chair and sets his rune covered Hammer on the table.
The man standing before you is tall and fairly muscular, he wears breeches and boots and is bare chested now with his cloak removed. His pale blonde hair falls just below his shoulders and as you look him in the eyes you note they are a light shade of grey and almost as stormy as the wind outside. He bears only a few weapons among them is a rune carved warhammer. He looks around and smiles broadly..
" I had almost forgotten what it meant to be home..."