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# Bounty Hunter Bjorn Skarvold of Draknir

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Bjorn Skarvold found the tracks just before dawn. A broken reed, a patch of flattened grass, a smear of ash on a river stone. Small signs, easy to miss, yet they told him everything. The fugitive, Marrek Thorne, had doubled back twice during the night and tried to mask his trail with river water. It had not worked. Bjorn followed the clues with quiet certainty, his breath steady in the cold morning air.
He moved through the marsh with slow deliberate steps. Crows called overhead. The fog clung low to the ground, muting every shape except the silhouette of a crumbling wayhouse at the treeline. Bjorn paused there, listening. A faint clatter came from inside, followed by muffled curses. Marrek was tired. Tired men made noise. Tired men made mistakes.
Bjorn adjusted the grip on his hooked staff and approached the door. He announced himself with a calm voice.
"Marrek Thorne. Your run ends here."
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then Marrek burst from the side window, splintering wood as he leapt into the frost stiff weeds. He sprinted for the trees, panting hard, a knife flashing in one hand.
Bjorn did not run. He walked with patient strides, following the crashing trail Marrek carved through the underbrush. The fugitive glanced back once, saw the steady figure behind him and pushed himself harder. His foot caught a root. He stumbled. Bjorn used that moment, sweeping his staff low. The hook caught Marrek by the ankle and slammed him into the leaf litter.
Marrek struggled, shouting threats and bargains in the same breath. Bjorn knelt beside him, binding his wrists with Draknir rope.
"I told you. Alive if possible. You made it possible."
Marrek spat curses at the ground. "You should have killed me. The courts will."
Bjorn shrugged with the calm of an old truth. "That is not my task."
He lifted Marrek to his feet and guided him back toward the road. The morning sun broke over the trees, turning the fog to gold. Bjorn walked steadily, the bound fugitive stumbling beside him.
A hunter returning with a full catch. A man who did not celebrate victory and did not mourn it. A man for whom justice was simply a long road walked one step at a time.
Bjorn Skarvold never looked back. He did not need to. The trail behind him was finished. The next one waited.

Following the track

## Overview

Bjorn Skarvold is a bounty hunter from the harsh northern realm of Draknir, known for its long winters, wolf banners and unforgiving notions of justice. Bjorn embodies these traditions with steady resolve. He tracks fugitives across mountains, marshes and cities with equal patience, bringing them in alive whenever possible. He believes a criminal should face judgment in a court, not die in the mud. Killing is never his intention, but neither is he afraid of it. He fights with the fatalistic calm of a man who has seen enough violence to treat it as weather rather than drama.

## Appearance

Bjorn is broad shouldered and tall with windburned skin and a beard marked by pale streaks. His hair is tied back with a leather cord. He wears a mixture of northern furs and southern travel gear, practical rather than decorative. His armor is mismatched but maintained with meticulous care. He carries a heavy iron bracer engraved with Draknir runes on his right arm and a long handled axe strapped across his back. His eyes are ice pale, steady and difficult to read.

## Personality

Bjorn is quiet, polite and unexpectedly patient. He is not driven by cruelty or greed but by a simple belief that laws matter, even when kingdoms fail to uphold them. He has little interest in politics and none in intrigue. He prefers straightforward deals and straightforward fights. When he speaks his voice is low and deliberate. He listens more than he talks. He rarely rises to anger but when pushed too far his temper has the weight of a falling stone.

## Talents

He is a master tracker who reads footprints, campfires and broken branches with uncanny precision. He can handle himself in a fight with axe, knife or bare hands. He has a talent for predicting where fugitives will run, often arriving at hideouts before his quarry realizes someone is following. He has worked with guards, mercenaries and even pirates when the job required cooperation. His strength is endurance. He simply does not stop.

## Methods

Bjorn prefers to take fugitives alive. He uses nets, weighted ropes and a hooked staff to disable targets without killing them. He has been known to wait days outside a hideout, eating dried fish and sharpening his axe in complete silence until the fugitive tries to slip past him. When violence becomes necessary he moves with brutal efficiency. He never gloats and never tortures. He binds his targets with thick Draknir rope and hands them to authorities without ceremony.

## Relationship with the Blue Marlin

At first Bjorn crosses paths with the crew in neutral or even cooperative circumstances. Sometimes they hunt the same criminal. Sometimes he needs a ride across dangerous waters and offers information in return. Sometimes he arrests the same man they planned to interrogate. His presence brings tension but not hostility.

That changes once the Empire places a bounty on the Blue Marlin. Bjorn will begin to track them with professional determination. He will try to take them alive and talk to them if he can, but he will not ignore an active contract. Bribes can sway him, though they must be substantial and offered with honesty. Even then he will not back down until he has failed at least a few attempts and judged the situation more trouble than it is worth.

## Uses in the Campaign

### Ambiguous Ally

He can appear as a temporary companion when the crew needs muscle or tracking expertise. His code of honor makes him reliable in dangerous situations.

### Complication

He may arrive at the worst possible time to arrest someone the Blue Marlin needs or interrupt a delicate plan with blunt justice.

### Hunter of the Crew

Once the bounty is placed he becomes a recurring threat. He does not ambush them for sport. He simply follows the contract with unshakable resolve. Bjorn can be persuaded, bribed or reasoned with to drop it, but only after several attempts at capturing them. Silver speaks loudly in Draknir tradition, yet never louder than his own sense of duty.

### Continuity Anchor

Bjorn moves across the world following trails others cannot see. His presence links settlements, kingdoms and story arcs with the steady inevitability of a long shadow. The crew can outrun him for a time but never truly forget he is somewhere behind them, walking with patient purpose.

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