Bjørn Eirikrson is a man who seems more at home beneath an open sky than beneath a roof. A wanderer, seiðr-practitioner, and devotee of the old gods, he has an unsettling habit of speaking as though the unseen world is just as present as the living one. He is intense without always being solemn, quick to laugh, and possessed of a strange warmth that makes it difficult to decide whether being near him is comforting or dangerous.

He is fascinated by people who question the world around them. Bjørn has little patience for rigid rules or those who blindly follow what they are told, preferring instinct, experience, and whatever whispers come through the fire, the dreams, and the old songs. Cross his path on the right night, and he may offer you mead, a story, or an invitation to sit beside him beneath the stars—and he may already know something about you that you never told him.