Silvertip Mountain Through the big top tent up high

sólhárr watched the man with a steady gaze, assessing him as he laid out his terms. he could see the weight of experience in the bounty hunter’s eyes—the kind that hinted at messier business than any simple hire. but his terms were fair, and sólhárr appreciated the lack of pretension; this man seemed content to offer his skills without pretense or needless embellishment.

sólhárr gave a firm nod. sounds reasonable. forneskja offers shelter to those who pull their weight.

he paused, then inclined his head in a gesture of trust. sólhárr, hárkonungr of forneskja, he introduced himself, his tone respectful but direct. and you, bounty hunter?

he waited, watching the man’s reaction, curious if there was more lurking behind his calm, guarded demeanor. whatever history this bounty hunter carried, sólhárr was prepared to respect it—so long as he respected forneskja in return.