"Jeg er Viking." Vogg said with a broad smile and a nod of his head. He did not wait for an invitation before attempting to walk past Rolf and into the house. He hadn't spent a lot of time in the cabins, instead spending most of his time in the castle or in the woods. They were just a bit like home, but small and dainty.
"I am Vogg of Uppsala." He greeted him, "I tend a farm, both here and at home. I am from the year 977, and I am a friend of Godrics." He rattled off a practiced speech. They were questions he was very commonly asked over the journals, and so he automatically expected everyone would answer him. "What do you do?"