Móði Blóðøx

He looks up from his sober at the docks of Grimm rivers the lands where dark and forboading it sent a chill down his spine , the black rocks and trees amonst the snow and mirky swamp lands. there was a pressence in this land that said "Not for the weak " . It imedialey sobered him up and he took on his wits as the people of these land would certaily be hardy , and who knows wat he could expect