“Einar.”

His correction was quiet. Tempered and polite in its nature.

“And yes. I did. In my defence, it’s not every day you find a lone archer hiding out in the trees of your land.”

- mean nothing to me. But perhaps my people have. Who knows?”

He wanted to help, but he really wasn’t sure how he could. It was pretty dam infuriating.

Einar looked around, weighing the offer in his mind. This one was a stranger, but help was help. With a shrug, he nodded.

“If you’d like. I can’t offer you anything, though.”