The Hulking Jotun extends a hand from his massive robes- an blackened, burnt, withered and scarred hand. It looks almost like it should not be alive- deep ravines of cracks run through it, and Magnus can almost swear he see's still-burning-embers in the depths of some of those cracks.. but then the illusion is gone, as if it was ever but a trick of the Light.<br/><br/>His grip is weak for a Jotun- but plenty firm to a human. The Texture of his hand, however- it is indeed.. burnt. You expect ash to be left on your hand as he pulls back- though there is none. He winces, as if the handshake pained him- but smiles warmly as he attempts to huddle so as to be at eye level with you at the table. "..Ahh. Thank you." He rumbles quietly, as he smiles on. "I suppose you pierced right to the heart of the matter, aye." He continues, as he folds his staff at a Diagonal, so as to minimize the issues with carrying something so massive, inside a human sized Inn.<br/><br/>His mind races; he'd found several tomes worth his interest, in the Library- but he lacked translations for the one that was by far more interesting. It had been simple to apropriate them, of course; a few of the shining crystals passed of as Gemstones, and a handful of silver, for an trio of Old, strange books? A Bargain, had thought the man he bought them from while Magnus's house burned.<br/><br/>An Bargain, had thought Othin. He's unsure what two of the three are- but to him they all... simply felt /right/ to purchase. And the third, is in fact a Political treatise; an odd choice for an Magical scholar, but interesting to him. The books are in his large pack, which is indeed more notably weighed down that it was before, as he smiles at Magnus and Magnus's friends.