That made sense, Fjord nodding in agreement. Even a layman knew that there were different schools and disciplines of magic, even if they couldn't name a single one. And portals and gateways were complicated even beyond the basics surely?

Fjord couldn't help the way that the idea of making up some name had every other nickname he'd had flick through his head, expression clouding slightly at the thought of it.

Animal, brute, savage, beast, monster-

"Fjord," He mumbled finally, yellow gaze skimming over their surroundings, in a futile search for something, anything familiar to anchor himself. Giving out his name wasn't ideal, but he was wary of what the man might decide made a good nickname- even well-meaning sorts were sometimes unknowingly awful. "I'm Fjord."

The mention of what the stranger was thinking made sense. Getting out of the cold, getting dry, getting shoes, since apparently his shoddy boots were still back on the beach he'd started on and hadn't come with him. But there was an uncertainty too, because what would he want for the help? The young half-orc couldn't help the faint slow of his steps, the unspoken question undoubtedly clear in the uncertain, wary cast of his expression.