Duskfire Glacier find me where Cernunnos makes his revelry

Someone came, but it was not Faust. Not Lousine, though as the stranger revealed himself she almost wished it was. He was a giant, flaunting his strength as the glacier men often did, though the scent that clung to him marked him as one of their own. A newcomer; a pity, that this was how they met.

"I live here," she spits, temper simmering. The nerve! Several deep breaths had the druid regain composure, searching for an ounce of understanding in the oaf's face. "You would do well to help me, or are you above such things as common decency."