What drew you here? The questions hangs in his head. To the Islands? To the Dunes? A few moments pass as he thinks about what has brought him back to the Islands after so many years. He has spent the time on the mainland with his brother, Ivar, pillaging and plundering any herd they came across. He sighs, perhaps he had come to the Islands so that he could live a calmer life for the remainder of his years. Or perhaps he had come back to leave his mark on the Islands. Yes, that seems more fitting to the viking son.
"It is wise, to find a home so that you may raise your son in peace." A smile touches his pink lips. "When I was a boy, a stallion by the name of Olaf, brought my mother here. I figure, it was time for me to come back and see what has come of this place." He nods, as his crystal blue eyes find her deep chocolate ones. She was brave to assume leadership of such a land, Salem, was an unforgiving place.
"I was born here on the Islands. On Tinuvel if I am to be exact." He pauses before continuing. "I actually have business to attend to on Tinuvel, and may be gone for a few days. So don't worry if I don't show up for a few days." He says with a chuckle. He doubts Shaydowfax would worry but he'd prefer her not to.