Argus and the dwarves marched alongside the elves and when he was addressed the first time, he laughed loudly and said "[color=0072bc]Ahh lad, me name's just Argus. Flattery'll get ye nowhere! Me wife would kill me if she found out I was already cheating on her with another man![/color], at this another hearty laugh issued forth as they prepared to set out into the snow. The caravan formed surprisingly speedily and they began their great walk with little in the way of celebration, not that he could blame them. Argus travelled with his apprentices, a Dwarven marching song always rising up from their lips. One thing Argus had learned about travel was that it was important to keep everyone in high spirits, and perhaps letting them see the dwarves in such high spirits would raise the spirits of the rest of the convoy. They proceeded like this for quite some time, though Argus was not a fan of the walk and occasionally took a moment to indulge in another of his favorite adventuring pass times: complaining.

When the flare was shot up, Argus made his way over to meet up with Hopsfield, though he had little idea what they may need to talk about. Were they already out of food, somehow? That shouldn't be the case, all kinds of caravans loaded down with snow potatoes had been making their way to this area for months. They had likely been paying top dollar to stockpile for this expedition out into the harsh cold, which made sense Argus supposed. What good were the continent's best heroes if they didn't have anything to eat? Even he was vulnerable to starving to death. So no, if they were already out of food or something of that nature it would've had to have been very bad, something to the line of a thief or the catastrophic loss of a wagon into the snow. Granted, all he could do either way was speculate for now. When he arrived however, he felt his boots begin to shake, but he soon realized it wasn't his boots shaking, it was the ground beneath them. Looking up above him, he saw a tower of a man approaching...but it wasn't a man. It was a giant, though based on the fact nobody was attacking it perhaps it was welcome here? Must be a friend, he supposed, as he laughed once more and his voice issued forth at top volume "[color=0072bc]Ah! We've got a plus-sized friend do we! Now we'll always have the 'high ground'![/color]" At that, another laugh issued forth, the quality of the joke having no bearing on Argus finding it absolutely hilarious.