The Frost Giant Jarrl's long crunching gate comes to a hault and all of the Vikings freeze in place, trying desperately not to move in fear of being caught and roasted on the hot coals of the Jottun's fiery stove.
Alrik watches in bewilderment as two giant sentries approach Jarrl from the north. They both wear the gold trim capes of their post and carry long halberds as tall as a ships main mast. There is an awkward moment and Alrik is certain he is discovered as one of the guards holds his gaze upon him, squinting through the light snow falling between them. The giant quickly gives up, shaking his head and turns back to the conversation as the other slaps Jarrl on the back warmly. He looks down at the red eyed white furred cariboo Jarrl held by a rope he'd tied to Gregorigg's neck. The massive ungulate seemed like a pup on a leash in comparison to the 16 foot tall blue skinnd Jotun. (Jarrl had put Gregorigg on a rope before he passed the Fire Giant borders. He had been sent to capture the traitorous shapeshifter and the Vikings hoped he appeared sucessful.)
Good Hunting Jarrl? You caught the wretch afterall. There were many wagers against you.
As the second giant's hand comes slapping down on Jarrl's back in congratualtions, Weolf sword flinches, slicing a small scratch in Jarrl's belly. The Frost Giant grunts before answering.
Unngghhh... And where did your wager lie Hoggun?
Alrik can now see the closest giant who had nearly seen him beneath his white godly cloak. He is now staring questioningly at Jarr's chest where Weoulf hides strapped to the giants's belly for insurance that he will cooperate.
ooc - Weoulf roll Hide. Alrik you can do something if you like.
