Sigurd was a born entrepreneur. He’d identified his market as a little boy, and determined his future business was to establish a barber shop. He even subscribed to Beards and Mustaches Quarterly to kickstart his dream.
It could not have been clearer. His father’s Viking raiders were in dire need of better grooming. Long voyages, hostile takeovers, partying into the small hours. Hygiene was being compromised. Wives wanted to revolt.
All but for that fateful night and mead. He’d bet his scissors and razors, packaged in the beautiful leathers, against that deceptive Worm. Sigurd the Seasick, just another horned helmet.
Picture linked via Josh Mosey.