It had been a worry of Thorfinn's as well, which was why he broke his weeks up the way he did now, only two days a week given to hunting game, the rest was foraging or felling trees and chopping down wood for the winter. He was used to hunger, so at least it was nothing really new to him. Survival was hard wired into him from birth.

"We just search. I don't know enough to say more." he admitted with a shrug, after looking a bit impressed at the shake, having given a firm shake of his own. "It will be harder than dirt, but clearly not just rock... We will need sand to." He spoke. "Charcoal to, charcoal very important. We just do our best and hope for best." He was a novice, a month in another world buried under years of memories back home, and early childhood memories didn't really make for a confident blacksmith.