Duskfire Glacier Trouble in the Stepstones

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ᚦ — draugr's grin widens at faust's words, his amber gaze flickering with amusement. he shifts his weight, the snow crunching beneath his paws, and casts a sidelong glance at anoré. her sharp retort draws a low chuckle from his throat. he is yet oblivious to the indirect history between ally and possible wife, and unaware of how it may affect their alliance going forward.
"woman speaks true," voice thick with the accent of the north. "she yet decides if she will be jarl's wife or not."
then, suddenly, reaching to clap a thick paw over faust's shoulder. "let us feast and share stories, northman!" as faust goes to lead them further into the territory, to where meat and mead would await them for jovial celebration, the man falls into quiet thought for some time.
only when they arrive and his eyes lay upon the platter does he spark with such life again. you must have a wife somewhere. where is she? i demand she join us!