Thorsten had..been around. It was fair to say he could mark off every language in the book, even quite a few dead languages. Italian would always be a odd one to him after the crusades. Having killed off the few remaining worshipers of the old faiths. Rome held the mother church of the knights after all, and while he did usually see their particular God as the new boy in school, he was well aware of how brutal people could be in the name of their God. Hell, the worshipers of the vanir and aesir were just as bad. But that was certainly not something he wanted to think about.
He sat down facing the brunette, placing his glass on the table and relaxing back into the plush leather. "I remember her well, she'd often come into the weather tent on cooler days." He told her, letting her continue. There had been another layer, he'd helped Chloe when she first found out she was pregnant. She'd paid him back in sweet treats because that was the only currency he'd accept form her.