the bearskin wrapped tight around his body, a giant of a man steps in and lets his eyes adjust to the light. His blonde locks in wild disarray and his crystal blue eyes lit with an inner fire. The northerners who gaze apon him quickly can see he is one of Odin's brood. A berserker. But it seems his temper is in control as he enters in the tavern and drinks deeply from a offered horn. "Well met all!" he speeks and his voice is like thunder. With his drink in hand he finds his way to a seat along the wall and watches as the others socialize.