「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

The festivities had begun, and Asgeir was raring to go. He joined later than his brother, but that did not stop him from coming with no less of an entrance, poised like a prince as he walked with confidence towards his father. While he was not as adorned as Sverke, he still found himself decorated with braids and greenery, grasses woven into the locks of his hair by no less than the little paws of Lilja's raccoon companion. He wanted to look just as flashy.

Thorvald was before him, and Asgeir gave no break, lightly bumping the old man with a rather large grin on his maw as he greeted his father.

Far, he mock bowed, turning his head to the side as he displayed his festive look. He merely glanced at the man for his approval before moving off and jostling Sverke with a laugh.

You look stupid, Bror. he said with a chuckle, continuing to shove the teenager while looking back at Thorvald with a savage smirk, offering the red man a wink. Maybe, if he got drunk enough, he might challenge the beastly man to another wrestling match. He was still floating with victory since their last.