Firefly Glen Coming?

Galen's laugh was jovial, head tossed in a rolling sound. Of course, of course.

A second, quieter chuckle came as he listened to the rest of the list. The quiet air of expectation gave him the slightest pause, but not one negative, just thoughtful.

Isn't looking tough boring? He returned, by way of casual conversation - he tilted his head, a smooth sweeping gaze drifting back across the snow. He asked then, gently, How does Forneskja weather the snow?

Now, it seemed, he was just finding joy in tormenting Luhtar, who clearly agonized over his answer.