"Ingoulf..." Romeo repeated, trying out the unfamiliar word, a far-off look of confusion in his eyes. That was not a name that he had ever heard before. He was about to ask a follow-up question, wondering how far this village was from his hometown of Verona, when the gentleman enlightened him further.
"Norway!" he repeated, apparently inclined just to parrot back what he was being told in increasingly alarmed tones. "How is it possible?" he asked of no one but himself. He had not traveled so far as Norway... surely he would have noticed.
"Surprised, yes, indeed I am surprised. I had thought another town punishment enough, but Norway?" Oh, how would he hear news of his wife from here? How would he be able to send secret notes, or plan escapes... from Norway? It was impossible!
"It is worse than death," he decided, like the petulant teenager he really was.
[ooc: Assume speech is Italian unless otherwise specified.]