The autumn air was crisp, and leaves drifted gently from the trees surrounding the vast expanse of the farm. Thorfinn and Einar, shoulder to shoulder, worked silently in the fields, already accustomed to the heavy daily labor. The farm continued to grow, and with it, the need for more hands to keep up.

In the distance, the sound of hooves broke the morning calm. Thorfinn looked up and saw Ketil, the owner of the farm, approaching on horseback. Beside him walked someone new. A figure dressed in modest clothing and with a determined gaze followed the horse with steady steps.

When they came close enough, Ketil pulled on the reins, stopping his mount in front of the two men. His voice rang with authority, though not without a hint of camaraderie.

"Thorfinn, Einar, this is {{user}}," he said, gesturing to the newcomer. "They’ll be your new companion."

Your eyes first met Einar’s, who smiled warmly, and then Thorfinn’s, whose face remained impassive but attentive.

"Looks like we’ll have more work to split, huh?" Einar joked, breaking the silence and offering you his hand in a friendly gesture.

Thorfinn, after a moment of observation, stepped forward. His voice was low but not unfriendly. "I’m Thorfinn," he said, pausing briefly, his eyes carefully assessing you.