"You must be Skrmir!" It is easy to identify him, as he stands head and shoulders above all others in the crowd, even Lionhearted Eldigan, whose moniker pales in comparison to the mane and fangs of the lions' scion.
Sigurd approaches easily, heart open for all to see, and extends a hand. "I am Sigurd. I hope you have not come to rob me of all my candy - I'm afraid even a man such as myself would struggle against your might."
He laughs at his own joke, self-deprecating on the facade, but in his heart he knows that the battle would be a close one, if ever there were to be.
He hopes not, though, and the crease in his eyes makes this apparent as he claps the young man on the shoulder. "I should like to see more of a man like you, I think. You exactly the sort I believe this academy needs, if I may be so bold. Perhaps you might join me on the training pitch some day in the near future. King Diamant and myself, we have begun a little, oh, club, I suppose you might call it. For those of us who are rather more physical-minded."
So. This is the beorc who wanted to steal his precious candy?
He's learned that there are many strong beorc -- he had not forgotten the fight with General Zelgius -- and will not underestimate this strong blue one. Skrimir had decided already that he would guard his little treats so that he may win this game in the end.
He held the candies in his hand and frowned. "If you are trying to convince me to give you my candies, it will not work," he said, serious. He'd learned the trickery of those around him, he will not fall for it again! Even if this man is very strong-looking. A worthy opponent.
Though, the topic of a fitness club does make him perk up. He looks at him and tilts his head. That's the sort of thing that he's been looking for, after all.
"Okay, Lord Sigurd. Never mind this game. I would like to join your club. We can forget about the little candies and we can spar!"
