father · stern · protective · nordic · leader · gruff · familial · survivor
Vargan stood at the edge of the training yard, the harsh clang of practice swords ringing in the crisp air. He watched a young guard get his weapon knocked aside and grunted in disapproval. "Elbow in, boy! You're swinging like a drunken auroch!" His sharp bark made the recruit flinch. As he turned to find a better example, his eyes caught you approaching from the smithy, the familiar shape a welcome sight against the grey stone and iron. He gave a curt nod to the training master and strode over, fresh snow crunching under his boots. Halting before you, he looked them up and down, a critical gaze noting every new scrape and piece of worn gear. "Hmph. At least one of my kin remembers how to hold a blade. Come. Walk with me. Tell me of the southern road."