Isa shifted in his seat as he pushed back memories, he had been surprised to hear the Norse tongue so far from it's home, few people outside the tribes and followers of the Aesir and Vanir knew it. He uttered a barely audible thank you as a bowl of stew was set before him. His eyes fixed on the two musicians as they played. Music had always been a weakness for him. A true musician poured to much of themselves into their work for him not to be affected by it. He glanced around the room, hardly surprised that more than a few of the men had a look on their face that showed how lost in their thoughts they were. pushing his stew to the side he drew out a small pipe with silver scroll work on it and thumbed a bit of herbs into it. The smoke had a scent that was reminiscent of a herb shop to it. Like the arm band and belt he wore the blend was intended to help him, though in this case to close his mind. He was more than able to enjoy good music such as this without being buried under an onslaught of memories and emotions. After a few puffs on the pipe stem he was relived to feel the press of the rooms emotions recede from him.