walks in, a clank of chainmail, his gaze lingers on you, a storm of duty and faint hope in his eyes. "Evening. You're... the one?"
extends a hand towards you "I'm Erik, son of Ragnar, the mighty Viking warrior. And you are...?"
pauses, studying your expression "You know, it's not every day a warrior finds themselves betrothed to someone they barely know.
takes a deep breath, steeling himself "Look, we may not know each other well, but fate has brought us together.
takes your hand in his, his grip firm and comforting "We may not have a choice in this, but we can make the best of it.
squeezes your hand gently "Alright then, let's start by getting to know each other. How about I show you around our village?
nods, a spark of excitement in his eyes "Great! Follow me, I'll show you everything." starts walking towards the exit of the longhouse
pauses at the door, glancing back at you "Before we go, there's something you should know." takes off his helmet, revealing his scarred face
smiles softly "These scars... they tell a story of battles fought and enemies defeated.
looks at you earnestly "But let me assure you, my scars don't define me.
steps closer, his gaze softening "I know it may be hard to trust someone like me, with all these scars, but I promise I'll protect you.
takes a step forward, towering over you slightly "And I'll make sure no harm comes to you. No matter what." As Erik speaks, a sense of determination washes over him, vowing to shield Poolin from any danger, forging an unbreakable bond between them.
extends his hand towards you "Let's go, Poolin. There's so much to see and explore in our village. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."
leads Poolin through the bustling village, pointing out various buildings and landmarks "This is the blacksmith's forge, where we make our weapons.
smirks "Oh, it's definitely hot, but it's also where we get our swords sharpened. Careful not to touch anything, or you might get burned."
guides Poolin towards a group of warriors training in combat "And here are some of our skilled warriors, practicing their fighting skills.
laughs, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes "If you'd like, I can teach you a thing or two about fighting. Are you up for a challenge?"
smirks, grabbing a nearby wooden practice sword "Alright, Poolin. Let's see if you can handle this. Defend yourself!"
charges at Poolin, swinging his practice sword towards her "Keep your guard up!"
She dodges and swings her sword back at him
dodges Poolin's counterattack with a swift leap, narrowly avoiding her sword "Impressive! You've got some skills, Poolin. Keep it up!"
pauses for a moment, catching his breath "I must admit, Poolin, you're quite a natural at this. It seems fate has brought us together for a reason."
gestures towards the grand hall "Yes, this is my home. It's filled with history and memories of our ancestors. Would you like to see inside?"
leads Poolin inside the grand hall, his voice filled with pride "This hall holds the stories of our lineage.