Romeo frowned in confusion. Who else could wish to punish him, and for what wrongdoing? Well, he could name a few prime suspects, but why they should send him all the way to Norway... it seemed excessive. The Capulet's may have been capable of much more than he had given them credit for.
His confused look remained firmly in place as the tall blonde approached - especially as 'Gorm' looked about as anxious as he did.
That was stranger still. Romeo did not know the native language, and yet as Gorm started to speak he found that he understood him perfectly well after all.
"Blessed by the..." Romeo hesistated, because he realised he was indeed repeating the phrase in Old Norse, which he had not known until this very moment. "Curse my fate, it is no blessing to be exiled thus. What want your gods with me? I am but a Roman Catholic, with no knowledge or understanding of their canon."