As Jorn walked up he turned back hearing something about a book as he turned back. "Pitty what happened to them snow elves. I Would of liked to meet one" he said as he reached up scratching under his chin "of course I heard an obscure rumor once, that the felmer used to be the snow elves. Sad fate for an enemy so proud if it is truth" He mentioned as he looked back at the conversing pair. . Another nord like him self, two Breton's, an orc and an Argonian...this was good. A good Variety, the orc , the other nord and himself would mostly likely Draw the most attention in battle , hopefully letting the sneakier sorts have more freedom. Though there was something about that orc and the one Breton, it was there smell. He had smelled it before, but had trouble placing. He let it pass though, allies come in all manors and no matter what it was he himself was considered a monster by most. 

 "I am Jorn Red-Fang, Shield-brother in the companions." he stated as he looked around "If we are to possibly die by each other sides the survivors should know the names of the men and women they will raise there mug too" He said with a grin on his face looking forward and up the mountain "And should we all live we need to let the bards know of whom they sing about" He said with a hearty laugh as he felt that brisk cold air. "at least it's a warm day for a hike" he said rolling his arms and stepping on ward matching pace to the Dunmer.