Stavanger Bay The sea is my home [IC Joining]

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A glimpse was spared towards Beric, noting the discomfort of not being able to understand the language being exchanged between Thistle, the stranger and himself and felt his lips tighten at the stranger in discontent when he spoke that he would rather speak Norse than English. He suspiciously sounded just like Ein in that moment, but as it were Ragnar did not allow Ein to speak Norse around those of the pack that did not understand it no matter how much the child moaned and complained about it and it was the same situation here, except Ragnar felt no guilt for being about to chide the stranger on it. Skoll had been a rare exception to that common courtesy if only because Skoll couldn't speak English. "Most of the wolves speak the common tongue here and when you are in their presence so will you too," Ragnar enjoyed speaking his native tongue, especially with his children, finding it adorable how they put cute, childish twists on the language, even so. Beric was obviously here working towards the Warden co-rank and Ragnar would not have him be ignored, or left out of the conversation and Ragnar wasn't going to translate. He didn't compromise (on most things). It wasn't the vagueness that the young man had spoken it with that irked Ragnar, it was the name Ironside, something that his son Týr called himself. This boy was obviously not of his blood (neither was Tyr) but was also, obviously not Tyr. So then, how did he get that name 'Ironside'? "My eldest son, Tyr calls himself Ironside," His brow had furrowed, figuring in respect for his own son he would ignore that nickname. He did not want to get into how this male, too, shared the same nickname with his son, simply that Ragnar was suddenly weary of him. The only Norsemen that had found him so far had been his own and Odinn had not told him anyone special was coming. Ragnar was not sure what to make of this boy and his similarities to both of his sons. The decision was his and he wasn't sure which one to make, put off by his weariness but not wanting to be inhospitable to a fellow Northman, either. "Why should I accept you in Stavanger Bay?" He asked simply just because he wasn't ready to make a 'yes' or 'no' answer yet.