Thorkin Bearkiller
Smiling at the Bossonian, Thorkin wipes his sword off on the last of the dead rogues and sheaths it. He then slaps Balavous on the back "Aye now that was a good bit of work that does make a man thirsty! Thorkin, son of Ragnar... and who be you? Wench, bring us drink, I am thirsty! Oh yes, I know not what these fools wanted. They attack a man we had just met and his body does lay over there... doss he still live Santoro?”