Sigurd greeted your “owner”, arms stretched out wide in a welcoming manner as he approached your owner by the docks. Your owner had barely climbed out of their boat and were already greeted by the man who was their reasoning for travelling to this settlement.

Blonde hair, bright eyes, an all too iconic scar on her cheek. The wolf-kissed one, Sigurd’s sister. You’d heard of her before, but had never met her in person.