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The bone giant watched with intense curiosity as the shadow waded through the water and back onto the sands. Even the gentle, passing breeze that swept his braids about his shoulders did nothing to help Viking identity the man. He was large, and strong, a good indication of a fighter. Ruby eye drifted to where the strange shadow was walking towards - a rock with a pile of things upon it. It seems as if King were the one intruding upon this man's.. bathing hour, or something.
But he wasn't about to turn back now. Viking wasn't going to look like the fool - instead, he took an obvious step forward towards the water, heavy prints staying behind; as if he intended to be here. The colossal male did peregrinate the mountain that day towards the beach, too, but with different motives. Salt water lapped over his foot, cool in comparison to the dull heat of the sand. Gripping his axe handle, he gave a nod towards the other, gruff voice bouncing off the rock walls and echoing slightly. "Bror eller fiende?" As Viking fell silent once more, letting the other natural sounds drown out his voice, his pierced ear moved forwards in waiting.
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