Thorgar Ironjaw

Thorgar listened with mild amusement as his best friend went on another “rant” about him being barefoot. He just rolled his eyes and muttered, “It’s only for a while. Give me a break, man.” He held up his sneakers before tossing them back into his bag with a shrug.

Quietly sipping his favorite drink, he scanned the room, hoping everything behind the bar was running smoothly.

But then—

He heard his name being called. Snapping his head around, he spotted a woman rushing toward him, breathless, her hand pointing frantically toward the back door. His calm expression wavered as tension prickled down his spine. Still trying to keep composed, he stood up fast, voice tight with sudden urgency.

"Oh god. What the fuck happened?"