Slow worked best for him with English so it seemed the wisest thing to do. Thorfinn still felt a bit stupid for not making his sworn brother teach him english the years they worked on the Ketil farm together. Einar was an Englishman, one who spoke both English and Norse. It was such a shame in hindsight. He missed the other man but there was nothing to be done about that.

"Meget dårlig, men det er en start." He spoke with a grin.

Most of the English Thorfinn had learned in his youth all had to do with battle, the curses, or things people screamed as the horde came through. Nothing terribly useful. "Island, men jeg tilbragte det meste af mine år i selskab med en dansk band. Jeg brugte også en vinter ansat hos Prins Knud af Danmark ... Kong Knud, min undskyldning." He waved a hand, it was still strange to thing of Canute as a king. The boy he used to tease was no longer that but a true warrior king last he saw him. "Og du, Jake?"