One good thing for Kol was the fact that Thorfinn had spent his earliest years at the feet of Leif Erikson, the old man had told him so many unbelievable stories and legends that Thorfinn had a vast knowledge of things he considered bullshit until proved otherwise. Vinland had been one of the few stories Leif told him that he never questioned, likely because Thors believed it. The tales of the Draugr were old as time itself in his opinion, he had heard Leif explain then, he had heard the warriors by firelight trying to scare one another with it.

He had no idea how human like such a creature could really be.

Despite Jo explaining a little what Hunting was in Medietas he always assumed monsters came in a look you would KNOW. He moved to sit down as well. His stuff left on the porch, he was more worried about Kol, and if somehow he had offended him with his blood. Which made no sense when Kol was Norse.

"Your welcome." His english constantly improving. "I sorry if I offended. I did not mean to." He spoke honestly, and worried that he had upset his friend. "You okay now?"