In Good Spirits Oct. 26th 8pm

[Sigurd Vask]

Grimnir walks into the tavern, shield slung over his back with a longsword in place of his bastard sword. Nodding to the barkeep he grabs a glass of water and sits across from Drakkon.

"Must say. Always a pleasure helping enemies find that focusing on me is a good way to invite your blades."