[hr][center][h2][color=#FFC600]Solveig Forgeheart[/color][/h2][/center]
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Solveig smiled as others began to join the party. This was certainly becoming an interesting lot indeed! Humans, elves, a tiefling and a cow man to boot! With a grin on his face, Solveig bowed to the King and Queen before following the group out of the hall, an obnoxious whistle in his step. He noticed the horned lady's face was marred by an unfortunate disfigurement, however he could only shrug his shoulders. Five years in Torvelt, you see and hear a lot worse happening to young women.

His attention was drawn to this Nathaniel character. However, there was something about him that struck him as off. It would be uncharacteristic of Solveig to trust a man who wore a mask especially one who carried himself with that smarm. It seemed it didn't take much to put this Brynan character on the offence. Solveig's style! The Dwarf would smirk at her exchange of words both with Nathaniel and the Minotaur, Gentle. This Stur character seemed reserved for now. In all honesty, Solveig didn't quite care as to [i]why[/i] Brynan didn't take kindly to Nathaniel.

[color=#FFC600]"Ladies, ladies! There hasn't even been any ale flowin' yet and yer already slingin' insults at each other!"[/color] Solveig would point out as he got close to them. It was... an odd sight seeing a Dwarf approach two taller beings, especially the Minotaur who towered over the entire party. That didn't seem to phase the pro fighter one bit. He would untether the drinking horn from his belt as he sloshed around the contents of what was inside. Ale freshly poured from the Tavern he stumbled out of to get here. [color=#FFC600]"We can fix that though!"[/color] He grinned with a hearty chortle. 

It was then that Nathaniel offered his sentiment of a more detailed introduction. Aoné was the first to take up that offer. Her sarcasm had a bit of charm, but it was going to wear thin on the Dwarf if this was gonna end up being a thing. [color=#FFC600]"I think a shared drink is better for opening up but what the hell!?"[/color] Solveig shrugged. He took a long swig of the ale, wiping his mouth before continuing his thoughts. He playfully flexed his arm with a chuckle. [color=#FFC600]"Like I said! Solveig Forgeheart! I'm a Prizefighter by trade, and it's how I solve me problems too! Ya need someone punchin', I'm yer man."[/color]