Torstein was seemingly done with his story, as he looked up to the rest for a reaction of any sort. Varonno and Kralich were both deep in thought, staring at the, now, dimming fire within the hearth, though in different kinds of thinking wagered the old barbarian.
Nicholas, on the other hand, seemed like a kid on a winter solstice mornin'. " You can't bloody stop there ! What happened to the whole king and scroll deal ? What did he say ? Did he agree ? What about Valisae ? Have you met her ? Did she survive somehow ? " he spewed forth, not minding the late hours or the sleeping gnomish bark keep.
Torstein hummed, furrowing his brow. " We are still alive, are we not ? " he replied in the end with a slight sorrow in his voice. " For how long, I know not. " he added. " So, that means noth
