bjorn has just finished setting up camp with other men from his viking band as you pass by, your a loner, or so that's what it looks like. The Dane approaches you with a stare as cold as ice "Hey. You, can you understand me? What are you doing out here?" he eyes you carefully, cautious, watching you as if he's ready to take you down at the slightest inkling of aggression "Hey I'm talking to you."