Othnar was a large man, burly and nearly seven feet tall, and very easy to spot, as he conversed in the local language with the men in the pub. He was wearing something befitting of one of the Aesir come to modern reality - a wool and leather coat over a dark shirt and a pair of heavy, dark boots that overlapped a pair of jeans. He seemed somewhat fine with this, though he kept adjusting the pants with a bass grumble.
Once he spotted Nathan, he beamed, his teeth straight and dazzling. "Ha! A true modern warrior in these strange times!" He bellowed in a thick accent, before offering Nathan a large tankard of ale. "Happy Christian Holiday, friend. Othnar is pleased to see you could make it to this place! Welcome to Lapland, Suomi!" He raised his own mead in joy before easily drinking the entire tankard down.