sparks fly high when steel meets steel

The dark-pelted male assured him he was not intruding and Úlfr noted the strange familiarity of the man's accent. He spoke much like the woman Úlfr had hunted caribou with a short time back. Úlfr's ravens landed in the trees above his head and deciding it was worth a try he spoke in the same tongue as the woman he'd met, curious if the language would spark anything in the man. "Do you speak this language? I met a woman up here, Iðunn, some time back from a land far to the north. I wonder if you are from there as well." If he recalled correctly she had travelled to these new lands with a small group and it was possible this man was part of that group. He was curious to learn more about them.