The legends usually ended with the warriors killing the mosnters. Jo's people were monster hunters, and his years in battle had him sure of himself. A life long problem he had was his ego. When he felt sure of something he would follow it no matter what, even when all logic was against it.

He sat back as Kol explained, it was so rare for Thorfinn to wear the overalls, and he hadn't been wearing them earlier when he and Jo spoke. "I forgot to move the box and tripped... again." He admitted, crossing his arms over his chest he shook his head. "Anything I catch I will bring home and you will drink or eat... I don't know, do what you must." he wondered about the gods of this world, giving him and axe, and then a tree to find if he was to protect Kol.

"You've not seen me when I am serious." He didn't get it. It was beyond his little bubble. "Still, I would rather not test it either. You are my friend, and I would rather no one have to suffer." Except me. It was there, a silent addition to his words. It was okay for him to suffer, he had accepted that when he choose his path. Chosen to grin and bare all the pain the world throws his way as long as it protects someone else. Saves just one life, it was worth it.