Tuktu Hinterlands more, give me more

It was a few moments after her greeting that Stjornuati figured out that she had not understood anything he had said. He found this especially curious, and eyed her with some interest before he attempted again. Nafn? Name? It was still habit to speak his birth language, but it also gave him the benefit of perhaps getting more and more used to the idea of translating his own words.

A gesture was made to indicate himself. Me, Stjörnuáti. He would try again, eyeing her levelly. You?