Thorfinn kept himself busy, more so now that the furnace in his house was busted and he had no clue how to fix it. He felt useless, so he got back to what he knew best. Collecting wood, hunting and things for the forge to get it going. He had tasked himself with collecting charcoal from burned out fires which hadn't amounted to much as he didn't want to draw attention to the project.

Dressed in layers today he could still feel the cold cutting to his bones. Finding kindling hadn't worked as he would have liked so he decided to go and take some of the charcoal he had found on to the smith. He had realized someone was inside before he even opened the door, assuming it was Cougar until he stepped in and pushed the hood of the tunic Kate had made him down. "Hello Co...." He started in his heavy Scandinavian accent, cutting himself off seeing the other man. He just blinked a moment at him. He recognized him from around the village, but he hadn't attempted to say a word before now.