Hinrik wasn't sure what he was doing here or how he'd gotten here, but before he had to leave he was certainly going to have a nice visit with Costin. They had been mates long enough that it was only right that Hinrik pop in for a quick hello. Of course he was going to be subjecting Costin to the grimier version of himself. And bloodier, though Hinrik couldn't be sure that was a problem. Costin was the son of two vampires after all. That was a bloody business.
He asked around and finally found Costin's little cottage. So without further ado Hinrik knocked on the door, hoping that Costin was in. He hoped that Costin hadn't heard that he was in town yet, though of course the rumor about a Viking being around was spreading quickly. It wasn't difficult when he was wearing leather armor and had weapons hanging at his waist. If Costin had heard he might be out of the house, which would make finding him difficult. So hopefully he would be in.
And if not, he'd go track down another cup of tea.