The Viking had sat for a very long time. Iceland to Sacramento, coach. Cause the awakened of the arrow knew how to splurge on the amenities...not so much. As he departed the plane, he pulled from his burn-marked and somewhat soot covered jeans an address, written in not-english. He committed it to memory before stuffing it back in his pocket and exiting the plane into the airport. It was...big. Iceland had like six people in it. This airport was as large as his home town.
After navigating his way out and into the general bright light of day, he took a deep breath. It was warm. Magni smiled and brought his rucksack full of clothes over his shoulder and tried to hail a cab like they did in the movies...aaaand the cabbie just drove off with a passenger.
Huh...
He tried again, and eventually got a cab. Magni first stopped at the post office, picking up a package in his shadow name. It was a long rectangular box, that was rather heavy. After that he gave a street and avenue about two blocks away from the address. It would give him time to walk around, stretch his legs and get to know the immediate area around it. The Obrimos walked around a bit, spiraling block by block closer to the circle. He made a note of the more secluded spots, the more defensible ones. General tactical thoughts should ever the worst happen. Of course, the never-left-home Icelander also wanted a chance to see all the buildings. The new trees, the people. Take in the city and feel it's pulse.
Finally he reached 3300 Stockton Boulevard. He made a mental note that he had gave the cabbie almost all of the last of his cash. Thorsson would need to find work soon. That was for sure. But first he'd need to meet his new family. The rest of the Arrows. The Cathedral was grand in it's architecture, for certain...he hoped there wasn't an overly chrisitan bent here though.
Knock Knock Knock. Three loud booming sounds echoed as he pounded on the large door before him waiting for someone to come let him in.