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Well spoken enough to get by, Víðarr still finds himself in a knife fight with the common tongue here. Getting by... it's an art. One that he's long mastered. Getting by... treading water. Hell, he was grateful that he could do quite this well. She introduces herself, but it's a lot of words in not so much space. Víðarr processes them as she speaks, and it's enough to catch her name. "Aoi, then." He offers a smile and a nod, pleasantly enough.

"Where do you go?" Maybe the walk would be better with some company. Víðarr's question was conversational, pleasant. He was doing his best to be friendly, introverted as he was. It's a nice day, and he had a long walk. Company would always be welcome.

"Víðarr"