A bear of a man approaches

[Sathis Aren]

Bjǫrn smiles at the Jarl and the intoxicated Einher and approaches, accepting the offer of a drink. "I can assure you, Jarl Reiksson, that the Conlan's smiths can easily match or beat any Dwarven crafts." He takes a swig of the offered drink and his mood lightens at the warming sensation settling in his stomach. He waves his hand as if to wave off the insult sent his way. "However, I am not here to argue over such things. I've come to Ralinwood in hopes of finding lodging, or at least a campsite that would welcome a master smith." His chest puffs out slightly with pride. "I've heard tell that there are strong Einher that camp in this area, and would like, if possible, to be part of their camp."