Skeothrym son of Skovedar is not impressed when he feels a tug on his purse string not long after passing into the city of Gorasel. His clansmen exact a cruel punishment on those caught stealing in their distant northern homeland. Skeothrym is about to discover the pains of hesitating in such a judgment in the duplicitous south. But the unseen knife about to strike the big barbarian will only win the poor thief more punishment. Skeothrym is a berserker, a seasoned wild warrior of the north. I typically draw each of my ink drawings twice in pencil before doing the ink work: the first for basic pose, the second for detailing. Then I'll transfer the image to better paper and ink it. This image is, as with most of my art presented here, an image for an RPG.