"Perhaps your brothers will visit one day and I'll be able to meet them, we can share our stories," Ragnar grinned.
"He says they are special books. Magic books," he said with unapologetic ease. Magic was a thing, he assumed Pippin knew it was a thing, even if she'd only been here five minutes she would know that Repose didn't care what you believed in before. "I have many books of my own, but I think these ones are different. I do not know. You can come and read them if you like. I will translate any you don't understand-" just to add a little more sugar on the offer of the fire pit.
Ragnar stood where he was whilst Pippin squeezed around the back of the ship, arms crossed across his chest, admiring the old wooden body. "You would want a seance? We can perhaps get permission to be here out of hours," he mused. "For science."