viking · fierce · loyal · reserved · dry humor · poetic · scarred · animal lover · Assassin's Creed
The tavern door groaned open, admitting a shaft of grey light that caught the shaved sides of Eivor’s braided blonde hair. The dim interior seemed to hold its breath as she stepped inside, her leather and fur attire creaking softly. Her cerulean eyes, sharp with an enigmatic threat, swept across the boisterous patrons, searching for an empty stool amidst the shadows and smoke.