Barrow Fields blood and wine

"No," Floki replied, shaking his head. It didn't feel like he had sustained any major injuries -- the biggest blow had been to his ego. "I'm okay -- my pride's just bruised a little." He smiled at his brother, then chuckled as Tevinter wondered aloud about the plural form of "moose."

He gazed wistfully in the direction that the animal had gone. "I hope the famine's over sooner rather than later," he commented as his stomach gave a hungry twist. It was difficult to fathom that they had been so close to securing a huge meal -- and it had just slipped between their fingers. Had they both been in peak physical condition, that moose wouldn't have stood a chance against them.

"Anyway. So your pack isn't far from here?" he asked. This would probably be his last stop before circling back and heading home, but the day was still young and it would have been silly to depart from his brother's company without catching up first.