[Ivar's been wandering through the bazaar. Much as he can be as prickly as a little cactus sometimes, he has become rather fond of the holidays here that provide food. He'd already found a stew from Kattegat that he'd always been fond of. Having a little bit of home helped eased the sensation of missing his family.
When he's offered a drink by a woman, he sniffs it suspiciously for a moment before his expression brightens at recognizing alcohol. He clinks his glass against her's.]
Skoal! [He says brightly by way of a greeting that basically means 'Bottom's up.' He downs about half the cup in one gulp.]
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When he's offered a drink by a woman, he sniffs it suspiciously for a moment before his expression brightens at recognizing alcohol. He clinks his glass against her's.]
Skoal! [He says brightly by way of a greeting that basically means 'Bottom's up.' He downs about half the cup in one gulp.]