The dark woman with the deep sea eyes parroted back Wardruna's own words, to which Wardruna would nod. It would be known that the woman did know common, yet just barely so, which seemed to encircle words specifically for trade.

Hakacenyou.The viking woman spoke back the name as best that she could. Dipping her head, she would reach out to take the bright red feather from her and settling down close so that she could place her forepaw on it to keep it from blowing off somewhere in the salty breeze.

Ja. Wardruna nodded, her chin lifting as she looked out through the forestry, up towards the mountains still tipped with snow despite the warmth in the lowlands. North, always, fall. She explained as simply she could. Then, lowering her head to touch it to the feather, More? Then to the food in the cache. More. If this woman was a common tradesman, Wardruna would establish this between them.