Thorfinn nodded as the other man spoke. It made enough sense, and he once more found himself cursing himself for not making Einar teach him English. If he had remembered the strange islands he had been spirited away to back home... maybe he would have. Alas, nothing could be done of it.

"Annar staður sem ég var tekin til ... svona stað með enga skýringu á því hvers vegna það gerðist eða hvernig undarlegt hlutirnir líka gerst ... The guð Loki sagði mér tungumálið okkar var dáinn."

He spoke with a wave of his hand. He still did not moving any closer. He didn't want to give off a dangerous vibe, even if he was covered in scars that could be seen under the white tank top, and the scar down his right cheek.