[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

The telepathic link was still uncomfortable for Jørmund. It wasn't something that he was exposed to until recent travels with Plasm. Her concern for Arkisz was reasonable as his leave was rather sudden. Jørmund hadn't put much thought to it as he remembered how big of a deal family was in his homeland. He took a deep drink of the whiskey draining the mug halfway and picked up a chunk of cooked duck from his plate.

[Color=khaki]"I don't know. He did state that it was a family matter, which could be anything. Though what these southerners call urgent family issues are different. Could be a simple matter of a relative getting married. If he needs us he will call. And we will help if we can."[/color] He took a bite of the duck, chewed, and washed it down with more whiskey. [Color=khaki]"How is his leaving bothering you?"[/color] He waved at a passing server and motioned for more whiskey. It wasn't as good as the fire whiskey the dwarfs made back home. However it was better than the weak ale they had at the last town.