Gannicus vaguely recognizes the smell in the air. It is more pungent but similar enough to the Greek oil he'd seen used on catapults. The question stops him to look at the oddly dressed man. Gannicus is dressed in random wrapped leathers and has at least two swords, strapped to his back, visible. Broader in the shoulders and more muscular, he's near Viktor's height and looking a little dirty since he had been working and hunting most of the morning. His braids though look newly redone.

"You make Greek fire?" He questions with a thick, old sounding British accent. Gannicus is a Celt and the tattoo on his shoulder, the Aegishjalmur, is something Viktor might recognize from Vars' collection of religious paraphernalia. A Norse symbol that imbues the wearer with power and dominance while instilling fear in the enemies. Whether or not he recognizes the tattoo, the necklace he wears Viktor will certainly recognize since it is nearly identical to one of the Norse dragon bracelets Vars never takes off.

"Prefer sword to fire." He comments after looking over the strange garb of the man talking to him.