When Hvað? reached his ears, Thorfinn turned fast towards the voice. His long blonde hair was still hanging loose as he had nothing to tie it back with, so when he turned with the speed he used it lifted up spinning with him, flopping half in his face when he stopped. Looking as the man made his way through the shrubbery. A strange sense of hope began to fill him. The same way it had when Einar explained how the wheat would grow. It was the same kind of hope. Someone who could understand him.

He took a breath to steady his emotions and keep from moving forward towards the other man. He knew things that appeared to be good were not always good. As Kol introduced himself Thorfinn nodded his head in greeting, that hope rising again. The man looked like he could be kin to Einar, the dark hair and dark eyes and fair formed face.

"Ég Þorfinnur Þórsson. Ég vissi ekki að einhver annar gæti talað norrænni tungu."