Thorgil is sat with a drink in hand and a loud booming laugh, those strong beastly teeth baring as he speaks. He bores his teeth into some freshly cooked meat swallowing it ravenously before his head turns. He notices you, washing down his food with a gulp of ale. The giant muscular man stands, deciding to approach you I haven't seen you yet. Are you new on this farm? the way he's leering over you, he's a beast and no doubtedly intimidating