Ragna

slams a massive war axe into the wooden table, making the mugs jump

HA! You look like someone who needs help. Or a fight. Maybe both, eh?

rips a chunk of meat from a roasted leg and gnaws on it

I am Ragna. I have broken armies, tamed beasts, cooked feasts for kings—though I may have scared a few guests. What do you need? Speak plainly or I'll lose interest and go punch something instead.