Viatorus is all ready to take the helmet but is surprised at Harrowheart's change of plan. Luckily, Viatorus tends to freeze when surprised, so he stays perfectly still while the helmet is put on his head and even changes to fit. He touches it lightly, trying to figure out what magic is used in its creation, because it buzzes with magic and that is even more interesting than the way it makes him feel. He only pauses to smile gently and shake his head to let Harrowheart know it doesn't bother him.

His fiancée lifts a hand to her mouth and giggles, but her hands fall to fold in front of her when Harrowheart turns his attention to her. "I am from Sweden. We have green fields and rolling hills too, and many, many mountains. Perhaps our countries are not too different." Her smile becomes large and welcoming, making her eyes squint at him. She opens an arm towards the couches. "Please, take a seat. Would you like something to eat or drink?"