He was smaller than Bjorn, only about five four, and he was thin, his winter clothes hid it but of course he was well built as any northmen should be. Thorfinn remained still watching Ragnar move and he didn't look away or move back. He stood still not a bit of fear showing.
You never show fear.
He never really knew fear anyway.
Still he felt like he was being measured by this man as he spoke, so his brown eyes stayed on Ragnar's as the man moved closer.
"Because you have not turned on your magic box yet, I know Norse. I am Norse. My name is Thorfinn, Son of Thors, I am also known as Karlsefni." His nickname meant The Makings of a Man or The Promising Lad. He spoke, something about this man made him think of Askeladd, the calculating look in his eyes the way he walked. The hatred didn't bubble, no, curiousness more than anything. "Did they give you something that looks like a box?"
The boy asked his question still tracking Ragnar, curious. No one else had come who spoke Norse. He was very curious and despite trying to hide it, it showed in his eyes.
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You never show fear.
He never really knew fear anyway.
Still he felt like he was being measured by this man as he spoke, so his brown eyes stayed on Ragnar's as the man moved closer.
"Because you have not turned on your magic box yet, I know Norse. I am Norse. My name is Thorfinn, Son of Thors, I am also known as Karlsefni." His nickname meant The Makings of a Man or The Promising Lad. He spoke, something about this man made him think of Askeladd, the calculating look in his eyes the way he walked. The hatred didn't bubble, no, curiousness more than anything. "Did they give you something that looks like a box?"
The boy asked his question still tracking Ragnar, curious. No one else had come who spoke Norse. He was very curious and despite trying to hide it, it showed in his eyes.