Njal
The druid looks at Roland and nods. "Aye lad. I ain't the most welcoming. Me and the mutt will head round the back. Let one of ye charming lads head to the door. Holler if ye get into bother." He lets out a low whistle and Gromnir bounds over to him. With a hand on the dog's furry head Njal stomps off through the thick snow heading around the back of the small hut looking for signs of tracks, animals or "beasts" in the stables or in the surrounding woods
Spoiler: OOC
Spot / Listen (1d20+5)[17] / (1d20+5)[10]
Survival (1d20+10)[22]
+ Scent from Gromnir