[To Ivar, it sounds the same way: as if she almost speaks English the way he knows it, but not quite. Small wonder that the language had evolved to being near-incomprehensible in the 1,336 year gap between their time periods.
When she asks who he is, he thinks for a moment, the word sounding close to the Old English word 'hwa'. He answers slowly, hoping that he guessed correctly. He doesn't put his axe away, still considering her to be a threat.]
Ivar. Ivar Ragnarsson. And ðú?
['And you?' Again, sounding similar, but spoken with something almost like a German accent.]
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When she asks who he is, he thinks for a moment, the word sounding close to the Old English word 'hwa'. He answers slowly, hoping that he guessed correctly. He doesn't put his axe away, still considering her to be a threat.]
Ivar. Ivar Ragnarsson. And ðú?
['And you?' Again, sounding similar, but spoken with something almost like a German accent.]