Kvígr stood in his room and pondered what it was that he wanted to take with him. He had become somewhat of a hoarder over time and he did not really ever keep anything organized. Perhaps this was due to his life spent in the “wild” a place where he had but a small hut and nothing much else to manage. When he came here to be a guardian and found that his lodgings were far larger and more spacious there was this overwhelming desire to fill the space. To make it feel enclosed, welcoming and comforting to the large lumbering beast of a man.<br/><br/>Like his hut back with his people.<br/><br/>And so, the collecting began. Stuff, atop stuff, atop more stuff was gathered to fill the space. From broken weapons and armor that he swore he would repair someday. To trophies from his various conquests; this again resulted in broken weapons and armor from those who had fallen to his might. Then there were the<span style="font-style: italic">pretty</span>items that he collected. Or, at least that is what some of his fellow guardian brothers called them.<br/><br/>Gems, sparkly rocks and even dried flowers .These were but a few that he found on his travels and would collect to bring back home and store in his room. Once in combat, or so the story goes, he stopped to bend down and pick up a particularly colorful pebble. His opponent had been knocked to his back and had just recovered to his feet when he saw what looked like the chance for him to swoop in for the final blow; the mountain of a creature knelt on the ground was almost too good to be true.<br/><br/>This of course was what it was, for as the man raised his great hammer over head to slam down on Kvígr’s head he disturbed the earth and caused his precious pebble to be lost in the dirt. Kvígr’s own hammer was lifted to block the blow, his weapon that had glowed a faint amber hue suddenly blazed as more power was channeled into it. The resulting contact caused the other weapon to shatter and the next swing from the Deor ended the life of the inconsiderate foe. After that, it was but a simple matter to root about in the dirt until he found the pebble, which he stowed away in his pocket and went back to the battle at hand.<br/><br/>Kvígr was rather fond of his<span style="font-style: italic">pretty</span>items and did not enjoy it when people thought to disrupt his collection of his pretties.  The large satchel that he often carried was loaded down with mostly weapons and various other items that most would think useless but he felt compelled to take with him. With it firmly on his back, he left his room and headed to the meeting place. Steps light and joyful, slowed to cautious and uncertain as he approached the aftermath of the chaos.<br/><br/>“Looks like I missed some fun,” he said with a slight frown to his fellow travelmates. “Alright, so are we ready to go?”