#int.w/rykard.iskaldrik

[alrikhart]

@rykardthebarbarian location: Nornwatch Keep notes: fixing things connect

Alrik's father had been a berserker and a blacksmith, he could recognize the former easily enough and had been expected to follow the forge before his life had been interrupted. While the witch had been formally out of the trade for a few years, there were parts of it that he found he missed. The simple life of a shop and the salt air - that was still appealing to him, but the reality was that creatures like him more often came upon violent ends. This wasn't a time for nostalgia, it was a time for people to use what skills they had available to them to help with whatever greater good could be distilled from this situation.

"What- did- you- do- to- her." Alrik held up the main's blade, chipped and battered before he brought it up to the light and remarked at the way the steel had bent. Apparently, things happened when you went berserk, his father had put that life behind him when Alrik was born but it took a lot of strength to do this kind of damage.