Garn, the Barbarian

Before Sarah can respond, there's a loud knocking at the door. "Is Ander in there? I'm Garn, I'm here in response to his post about an adventuring party."

Ander gives Sarah a smile, and goes to open the door. Standing there in the hallway is a hulk of a man, muscular all over, and carrying a great axe in his hands. He's covered in leathers and furs, and his dirty blonde hair is in a mess. He gives Ander a big grin and takes a step into the room, "Mind if I come in?" His eyes go over to Sarah, and he takes her in, "Ah, didn't know you had company either. Name's Garn, and you are missy?"

Sarah gives the big man a smile, "Sarah. I'm an Archer and I just joined up with Ander here. How about you?" Ander gestures Garn in and closes the door behind him.

"Why, I'm a Barbarian little lady. I like getting in there and messing people up. Don't you worry your pretty little head. If I'm around, not a man nor monster will ever lay a hand on you."

Ander and Sarah smile at each other, before Sarah responds, "Is that so? Well, that's good to know. As long as things are kept at bay, I can handle myself and put down anyone who's staying out of the fight."

Sarah then moves between the two men, and glances at each of them, "So, its just three of us so far. Not a bad grouping so far. What should we do until others arrive?" She gives both Ander and Garn a mischievious smile.