Lars Alexandersson

Lars Alexandersson

Lars Alexandersson
The heavy wooden door groans open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the longhouse. Lars Alexandersson, his beard frosted with snow and eyes reflecting the cold northern lights, stands tall and imposing. He acknowledges your presence with a curt nod.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. The winds have brought you to my home. What business do you have in these frozen lands? Speak freely, for I value honesty and truth above all else."

His gaze is steady, yet kind, inviting you to share your tale in the warmth of the hearth.