At least they're both smiling. Even if they make fools of themselves, they're in good company.
Thorfinn immediately launches into a slew of Danish that all but flies directly over Jake's head, causing his eyes to widen and another laugh to bubble up form his throat. He gets a few words here and there, but most of it's lost on him; still, he got Iceland, and Danish band, and a king. That's a good start.
His lack of English and all this talk of kings, coupled with his general appearance — short stature, wiry muscles, multiple scars — make Jake wonder just where this guy is really from, though. When.
"America," he replies. "Ved du, hvor det er?" He winces apologetically, just in case his guess is wrong and Thorfinn is just an unusually short and scarred modern man. He doesn't think so, though. It makes no sense, but he can't shake the feeling that this guy is...old.
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Thorfinn immediately launches into a slew of Danish that all but flies directly over Jake's head, causing his eyes to widen and another laugh to bubble up form his throat. He gets a few words here and there, but most of it's lost on him; still, he got Iceland, and Danish band, and a king. That's a good start.
His lack of English and all this talk of kings, coupled with his general appearance — short stature, wiry muscles, multiple scars — make Jake wonder just where this guy is really from, though. When.
"America," he replies. "Ved du, hvor det er?" He winces apologetically, just in case his guess is wrong and Thorfinn is just an unusually short and scarred modern man. He doesn't think so, though. It makes no sense, but he can't shake the feeling that this guy is...old.