A mythical Norse creature would definitely be a new one for Fern. He knows barbarians, but being thousands of years in the future from vikings means he doesn't know anything about their culture. But hey, he isn't getting weird looks, and that's pretty nice.

Didn't read the letter, huh? Fern raises an eyebrow, the gears in his mind turning away as he focuses on the axe. This guy obviously knows how to use it which is totally rad, he isn't sure he'd be able to do the same fancy moves with one himself. Despite having a battle axe, he's fairly certain he'd loose a few fingers if he tried spinning it around like that. Give him swords any day.

"This place is pretty good at giving out weapons, especially smaller stuff like knives. I got to build up a whole new collection here, which is great," he replies casually, then scratches the back of his head. "If you didn't read the letter, does that mean you didn't eat the food in the jar? 'Cause that's really important."

For real, please don't die cool axe friend. That would be a huge shame.