Big Snorri
Big Snorri
Big Snorri is a giant's giant. He towers above you, looking more like an old oak tree than a man, but examining him closely, you see a hint of an infectious smile on his face. By the care he seems to give his shop and the stock on the racks, you judge his product to be worth consideration.
Big Snorri aims a crossbow at several invisible targets about the shop.
Big Snorri carefully cuts a strip of leather from some scrap.
Big Snorri examines a newly crafted bow for imperfections.
Big Snorri glances about his shop like a mother hen, making sure all is in order before returning to his work.
Big Snorri hammers a nail on the counter.
Big Snorri lets out a mighty yawn, and glances about sleepily.
Big Snorri pulls a heavy crossbow down off the rack, hefting it easily. "If'n ya fancy a weap'n with a punch, try this!" He shows you the crossbow, and lays it back on the rack, smiling.
Big Snorri quietly occupies his time by preparing a few lengths of string and placing them in a drawer.
Big Snorri spends a few moments fussing over the placement of the bows on the rack, lining them up neatly.
Big Snorri takes out an oiled cloth and carefully polishes the counter.
Big Snorri works on a quiver, paying little attention to anything else.
"Fancy yerse'f a fine bow eh?" Big Snorri suddenly asks, seeing your interest in his wares. "Only th' finest here, mind. I dinnae peddle th' weak stilts ya find else'wher!"
Groaning slightly, Big Snorri pops his knuckles. You, however, wince at the hideous cracking.
"Here noo, dinnae ferget ta keep a good stock o' arrows," Big Snorri mentions, seemingly lost in his own thought.
Whistling, Big Snorri takes out a knife and begins carving a design into the face of a long bow.