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Floki laughed. "Indeed you are," he relented; they had only been on the road together a few days, but he had no evidence to suggest that Aria wasn't good at her job. They had kept up a good pace, moving through the unexplored territories with caution but without rushing. Despite the fact that all of the wilds seemed to have been eaten up by the locusts, they were gathering as much information as possible to share with their respective leaders.

She invited him to talk about himself, and he pursed his lips thoughtfully. He had told her about the move from Stavanger Bay to Moonspear the first time he met her, so he hummed in consideration. "Well, my dad was a viking. He passed away when I was very little, but there were a lot of traditions that I think I would have learned had he been around. My twin brother, Jorunn, knows a lot more about it than I do," he said. He wasn't sure why he referred to his sibling by his childhood name, but somehow it felt right in that moment.