[Ivar listens intently, head cocked to the side like a dog, trying to pick up on any words that he knows, but to his ears, it just sounds like a bunch of gobbledy-gook. He continues on in his time's version of English.]
Cweþan lætlíce, āblissian.
['Speak slowly, please.' He's already agitated and confused and this strange man isn't making him feel any better. It's moments like this Ivar tends to get a little stabby.]
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Cweþan lætlíce, āblissian.
['Speak slowly, please.' He's already agitated and confused and this strange man isn't making him feel any better. It's moments like this Ivar tends to get a little stabby.]