[Salone]

"Funny face to go with it, friend."

Ylnjor barked, looking down at the oddball person in front of him. He frowned for a bit, judging the man with a ferocious eye. For a moment, he was rage. And then like his chance in the arena, the rage died.

"Of course, the same can be said for me. Ambassador of the Norse, Ylnjor Magnusson. And what are you known by, other than your patches?"