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"many, i must admit. not all are...ah, welcoming of others." he responded with a sigh. good company was difficult to come by, especially in lands as wild as this. 

what did he think? forneskja was unlike his home, much more...primitive. not necessarily uncultured, as they had their ways, but different than what he was accustomed too. the question was met with a bout of thoughtful silence, before cicero answered. "different, i suppose. they speak a language i do not understand yet, worship gods i know nothing of. i am yet an outsider."

though for how much longer, was the question. "change is hard." he admitted ruefully. change from way he'd once known, had once grieved. letting go of it felt as if he was losing a part of himself. but perhaps it's what he needed. "but i must welcome it. they have been very accommodating." 

the knight pondered if he and his squire should join them, for the time being. refuge, resources—cicero selfishly finds himself thrilled at the thought of having someone within forneskja that he's acquainted with. so, he grins. "they would welcome you and cathal. they'd be foolish, to refuse a capable knight. i could take you to them?" 

he was hopeful, curious. even if the pair decided to part ways with the pack come spring, at least they'd have full bellies and strong bones to do so, by the time the land unthawed.