"Possible, I'd even say likely." He smiles, his teeth one of the few unbroken things on him. He's kind of proud, kept them in good shape despite years of hard living in the North.

"Course, if you asked me, people are going to fight wars as long as one man wants what another person has. But yeah, I think they'll come again. We keep hitting them, after all. Guess they hit us first, but at this point it doesn't much matter. A feud gets started and..."

He trails off, and frowns.

"Yeah. Got to be realistic about these things. I'm Logen Ninefingers. You got a Name?" He puts some emphasis on it, as if that last bit is important.