Magnus glanced over at the new face, they were attractive he would admit that.

“So how did you die?” Magnus suddenly spoke up, clearly curious about his fellow einherji. His sword, Jack, hung around his neck in his pendant form humming, clearly interested in the stranger’s weapon.

“I’m Magnus Chase, son of Frey. I died falling off a bridge.” Magnus blurted out, rubbing his sweaty palm on his pants before holding it out for the stranger to shake.