Skol, The Warhammer!

Tyr arrived in their camp shortly after, and he was surprised by what he saw, they were a lot more than Tyr thought, numbering up to thirty men and women.

He could hear their grunts and growls like animals, but Tyr did not buckle, he was confident that he would get out of this alive because he still had his trump card under his belt. 

"Where are you taking me?" Tyr asked but all he got in response was a growl and he sighed.

But they soon reached a stop and Tyr saw a house in the middle of nowhere.

"He will see you now," One of the savages said right before opening the door and out of it stepped a gigantic shirtless man.

Tyr immediately knew who he was, he was stunned that he could even function in such weather without a shirt, but this was the least of his problems right now.

"You…!" Tyr exclaimed, reaching for the weapons on his back but there was nothing there.