Bjornolf is silent as the group is greeted by Loki. He had heard stories of this mercenary, and looking at his mangled body, he could almost believe some of them. The insides of his house also seemed to fit what he had heard. Pretty simple furnishings, though many of them well-made, and not much in the way of decoration, unless you count that curved-headed spear, or the suit of armor in the corner.
The alcohol he was fed tasted ok, though it went down too smoothly for his taste. Bjornolf was used to something stronger. Smiling and letting out a loud "ahh" should cover his disappointment though. The last thing he needed was to get on the bad side of his new boss. He had spent most of his life on people's bad side and had no intention of doing so now.
As the food was brought in, Bjornolf dug in with the rest. Taking a leg of chicken, he ripped off half the meat and swallowed it with some more of that weak alcohol. Before it was completely down his throat, he shoved some potato and peas and went reaching for a chunk of bread. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten so well.
It took him a moment to realize that Loki had spoken, and the short Norjunni had to force swallow some food, nearly choking in the process before answering. "My name is Bjornolf, a blacksmith. I'm new to the company, only been here a few months working in the forge, and its time I really pay my dues and go out on assignment. I'm not a great warrior, but I vow to stand beside you all when the going gets tough and not allow my courage to waver." His stomach felt slightly sick saying it, though that could have been the cheese. That looked like mold growing on part of it. He quickly reached for his mug again and downed the last of the contents and let out a loud burp.