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Villager: Brynjólfr

Wanting to test his skills against the best of the best he roamed across town after town against warrior after warrior. Defeating and winning his one on one battles he started an even wider search for miles on end. Eventually on his endless scour of better and better warriors he came across Dýrdalir, but initially unimpressed with the small smudge of a town instead interested with the tail around town.

In an effort to bed some of the residents his loose tongue boasting and bragging of his feats. His bragging rubbing Kolfinna the shieldmaiden the wrong way until she challenged him to battle. Giving her a wager, that she entertain him when she lost, but he finally found his match Kolfinna refusing to let him win, to get away with his insults to her home. She won the battle, and he had a blade to his neck. Still she was a woman of mercy, and she let him live.

He did not care about his loss instead trying to win the affections of the shieldmaiden ever trying to impress her much to the laughter of the other villagers who hold no pity for the bear.

Adopted this cute fuzzy vagabond