the mountains are calling

He doesn't fault them, the sounds from his mother tongue often sit strangely in the mouths of foreigners. The viking king thought for a long moment as Modesty introduced herself. Rolling over the thoughts as she explains. He'd only met Gilgamesh in passing, but Sakana-- "That fishboy, he is talented." Víðarr gives an approving a smile, a nod. It was hard not to approve of the boy, he'd done good work. "Come in. Welcome to Heiðinn." The words are gruff, kind. A dip of his head, thanking the woman as he picks it up instead. She's already carried it so far, after all.

Alcohol is, of course, always welcome. Everything else? It seemed she'd thought of everything, and he finds himself impressed. Leading the way into the areas more protected from the elements, the viking king is happy to walk and talk. "Thank you. Remind me, I will send you back with some of what Sakana keeps coming after." He chuckles warmly. For as much shit as he gave the kid, Víðarr had been lenient with him. "Raiders... how is your raiding?" It's conversational, light, but curious. Something exciting shining in his eyes.

"Víðarr"