Thorfinn was short even for his time. He was the spitting image of his mother even in height. He was the only male of his family under six feet tall. Something he found vastly unfair, he had stopped growing taller at fifteen. Though his diet had never been the best. Before he was sold into slavery he cooked for himself, after that it was scraps before the Elder Master stepped in. He had bulked up after that but never got taller. He was short but well built.

Thorfinn smiled and nodded when Jake stood and nodded. He had not expected the man to be quiet so tall. Granted he had been looking into his food when Jake had approached. "Ja, Yes! Like Jake." He spoke with a nod. Einar was about that size. He nodded yet again when Jake pointed out Cougars height. "I midten"