Urgrim
An honest smile burst across Urgrim's face, destroying his worries. "It will indeed. Aye, there's no denying, we've done right by them." He copied Berki's gaze, looking out into the afternoon sun – towards the west. Perhaps what had started leagues away in the Pale Waste would finally be finished.
"So," Urgrim said, turning back to Berki. "How's your strength? Good enough to handle some manling barley water?" He cocked the eyebrow.
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Skorgrund's aplomb was a relief to Urgrim. That could have gone a whole lot worse. "It's been an honour," he replied to the elder, glancing around the room as he looked for the right words. "If anything's owed, it's ... I've not felt as, uh, welcomed, with a clan, nor a hold, since I set out from Barak Varr and took up ranging." Don't go soft in front of these longbeards, Urgrim! He cleared his throat. "I'm proud to have been witness to this noble chapter in Clan Dwimmulson's history," he finished.
He quickly thought of a way to change the subject, by quaffing the rest of his drink and planting the tankard on the table. "More manling barley water?" he asked theatrically to the small throng.
Spoiler: OOCThe other PCs will find Urgi at least two beers deep when they make it to the Star – I presume that's where we'll be rendezvousing