Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

—Hargen from Legran. —he says, making his way through the crowds of people. —Greetings, friend. Are you here for the festival too?

Sigebyr also shakes the Northerner’s hand. For a few seconds, the bald and shaggy man silently compete in a test of strength, and when Sigebyr’s victory becomes clear, they clink mugs and drink to mutual respect.
—Yes, I’m a merchant, —the Northerner replies. —Come visit our shop, warrior. And the beer isn’t bad… though it can’t compare to ours.