Interlude: A Sudden Squall
"Morgrim! Dalgura!" Arnan was finally able to sputter, after staring at the two Dwarves for a moment in open-mouthed surprise. He caught up Morgrim in a bear-hug and lifted the stout Dwarf several inches up off the ground, then set him down in order to bend over and give Dalgura a kiss on her cheek.
"You two are a sight for sore eyes -- literally and figuratively, in this instance -- wind-driven snow, you know. And aye -- drinks, tales, and food are definitely in order," the archer agreed, flashing a broad grin.
"Oh, and that order sounds just about right," he added with a chuckle, "meaning, ale first! Do we want to do all that here, or head over to Kelvin's Comfort once we have rented rooms and dropped off our gear?"