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hárkonungr's eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger but in quiet calculation, as he considered the bounty hunter’s words. the man’s straightforward nature suited him; there was no excess of charm or needless verbal play, only the blunt truth of a man who did his job and expected his due. sólhárr respected that.

and your price? he asked, his voice low and steady, without any hint of impatience. for forneskja has need of strength, of those who understand work and can follow through.

he stepped closer, his blue amber gaze fixed on the man, appraising the bounty hunter’s readiness. whatever it is you seek, name it, he said, his tone as firm as the ground they stood on. if it’s fair, and you’ll give what’s asked in return, we’ll find an agreement.

sólhárr watched him in silence then, awaiting the man’s terms, curious what value he placed on his skill and loyalty.