Valmjr politely declined the offered beverage, the one the swashbuckler had held out. He smiled and shook his head. "No need, friend. There's plenty of strong mead to be had in the [i]Hall[/i]."

He stood by as, one after the other, the strangers entered the hallowed structure. Nodding to himself in approval, he stepped in at last. He observed as the champions, as he was beginning to think of them, restocked from the supplies located within the [i]Hall[/i]. Valmjr made no effort to stop them, they had proven their worth by fighting the demon things and entering the longhouse. It was obviously the God's plan that they resupply with what was on hand. At this point, Valmjr realized he was decidedly hungry. The siege the night before had taken his mind off such mundane matters as hunger and thirst, but now that things had settled down he became aware of his immediate, personal needs. Approaching the long central table, Valmjr picked up a loaf of bread, pulling it apart with both hands, and began eating one half while pouring a tankard of mead for himself as well. 

As Valmjr took a long draw off of his mead, the strange human-looking member of the group asked for details about the [i]Hall[/i]. Valmjr swallowed hard, the drink hitting his stomach oddly, causing him to burp loudly. "Excuse me," he said, lightly hitting his chest with his fist, "that hit the spot!" he exclaimed, cheerily. 

"But, ahah, I suppose you've the right to know what this place is. It is a holy place, a protected place. Only the proven warriors of Ysgard are allowed to enter this building." he pointed to himself, and then extended his hand in the direction of the rest of the champions, "Which, obviously, you've all proven your worth this day."

"I am sad to say, however," his cheeriness quickly dissipated, and he looked down at his toes for a second before looking back at the group, "but there used to be many more men and women in this [i]Hall[/i], devout, proven warriors all. You see, when a warrior of Ysgard dies on the field-" Valmjr abruptly silenced himself as the excited gnome interrupted him.

"The underground, of course! For the fallen heroes of Ysgard! That must be where the [i]Green Man[/i] went if he wasn't [i]here[/i] here."

At the mention of the crypts, Valmjr's train of thought shifted. He placed his tankard down on the table, hard. He threw the remaining bit of bread in his hand onto the table as well, and reached for [i]Hela[/i] and his helmet. "If someone is defiling the crypt," he said, pulling his helmet onto his head as he spoke, "we must not waste time. We have to get down there, now."

With a look of extreme focus and determination, Valmjr marched down the [i]Hall[/i], in the direction of the crypt, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder to see if the others were following.