The scars that were visible weren't a concern to him, there's even a distant thought somewhere in the back of his mind that probably, he'd been a warrior or possibly a slave of some sort back in his proper time, before he'd ended up here, displaced. Although, what he says suddenly perms Kol's interests.

"Þú hefur verið í stað eins og þetta áður? Flótta í einu og setja ekki eigin spýtur?"

That was intriguing. It seemed this village was a bit of a grab-bag of both, people familiar with the multiverse and those who were not. No rhyme or reason or pattern had evolved as to why each of them were chosen as they were, near as he could tell just yet, either. But then, he'd only just accepted his fate here, so perhaps he's just missed it.