Ragnar watched, stoic as ever, as the other's lips curved upwards into a smork. The repeat of Ragnar's choice word of 'close' did not rile the Viking though his shoulders tensed slightly against his will at the redundancy, unable to fully determine if the other male was mocking, or if he was pointing out the close and on top of did not mean the same thing. Of that, Ragnar knew well indeed. If the male had been on top of his borders there would have been no exchange of words. Luckily, it did not come down to brute force. The stranger was close but not closed enough for Ragnar to make a deal out of it. The creature did not speak further, offering no reason as to why he was situated near the borders of Stavanger Bay. The most logical conclusion that Ragnar could draw forth was that he was seeking a home, but that was an assumption that he did not so willingly make. Especially when there had been no signs given thus that it was an audience with him or Thistle that the stranger sought.
Typically, Ragnar did not mind a lapse in conversation, having always considered himself a quiet, brooding man himself. Whether that self assessment held true or not the Viking did not know and could not being himself to care. A few more moments of silence passes in between them before the Jarl decided to break it. He had no time to play games. "I am Ragnar, Jarl of Stavanger Bay," He began with an introduction of name and rank, though his posture spoke for itself. "What is you seek by lingering near my borders?" The Northman inquired hoping that with a straightforward question he would receive a straightforward answer in return.
Ragnar was not so confident that it would happen as such, but a least the question was posed, awaiting the loner's response. The Viking showed patience as he felt the weight of the Libner's gaze upon him, getting the distinct impression that he was being studied.
