Charmed

Dyvia couldn't help but feel her face heat up at Radis's words, she had not heard her native tongue in so long, even Ifran had opted to Common for most of the trip.
"Pent shar do benor huld."
This was repeated with a firm handshake, she deeply appreciated the gesture of protection.
"We shall see how well you keep your word o' exiled one."
Erik knew the dwarves pain, no matter how they settled on Midgard, this world would never be Jotunheim.
"I share in your grief dwarf, to wander with the home you hunger for lost to you. I hope your exile is not broken by death."
Another nod to the newcomer, the Erik was lost in thought again.