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Right, there was the idea of intentions. Víðarr can't say he knows why anyone would be out here on their own. It's a miserable, barren, desolate place. He'd only come to pass through, to stand atop the hills and look out. Maybe that was why this woman had come as well, or maybe... well, maybe it could be literally anything else. There's no way for him to know, though the shadow isn't quite sure he likes the way the sword-dog looks at him. Not that he can blame the creature, or her master.

The woman, to her credit, is pleasant enough. Víðarr thinks as she refers to Tojo-Kai in the past tense, and nods once. She's polite, formal as she speaks. Formal in a way that the shadow isn't able to grasp with his tenuous knowledge of the common tongue. "Sorry that was, ah, presumptuous." Gods, if he hadn't used that word right. Víðarr's pronunciation certainly wasn't great, but he was fairly sure he'd gotten there in the end.

"I am Víðarr Trygg." Now is a good a time for an introduction as any, probably. He offered a lopsided smile, relaxed and confident. Watching her carefully for a reaction as he spoke. Though his head spun with questions, he would hold his tongue for now. Play his cards to his chest.

"Víðarr"