Aegir | Clan Many Tusks

The glade is peaceful as always, Aegir notes, his blue eyes gazing out into the stillness. Sometimes it unsettles him, understandable for one who has spent so much of his life aboard rocking ships in rolling waves. To see things standing still, well... he isn't sure if he'll ever get used to it. But he can't go back to the ocean. Not anymore.

He huffs a harsh sigh as he pushes himself up out of his chair and disappears inside his cabin for just a few moments, but it's long enough for him to glance out of the window and see someone approaching.

His natural wariness and distrust of strangers causes him to act, grabbing his old scimitar and creeping out of the house. He is surprisingly still light on his feet, and before the stranger knows what's happening, Aegir is twisting them around and holding them at arm's length by their collar, his scimitar gleaming in the sun as he presses the tip to their throat, demanding gruffly,

"Who are you, and why have you come to bother me?"