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

Jørmund listened to the others discussing family and how they considered the others here as part of their family. As he looked back at the three in the cart, he noticed Flicker turning to face away from the others. He did look at Aura for a good moment while trying to decide if she was serious in what she meant.

He turned back to face the road and continued to plod along the cart, his mind pondering on what this group actually meant to him. The last three years of travel with them, people joining or leaving, the nearly loosing someone while trying to chase of some problem of another town or village. It had been quite the adventure since leaving home and the cold northern pine forests nestled on the low mountains.

These were his people, all five present, and all those who were not. Sure they were difficult at times, Jørmund was sure he irritated them with his antics as well, but at the end of the day they would all settle down eat meals together when they could and watch each other's backs. It was similar to how it was back home and yet different. In the north, to survive you did rely on your neighbor and hope they could help you, especially when the winter winds blew. With these people, Jørmund knew they would help him, and trusted that he would help them when the time came.

The crunch of the frost under his boots reminded him of late fall, the whispers of the approaching cold and hard times. It was strange to feel it in the middle of summer down here where the cold rarely reached. The recognition if the sentry as to who he was was almost as unsettling and surprising as the cold. Jørmund knew his story had been told, though aside from the bard he met days ago he figured that story mostly stayed up north. The expressions of the folk uplifting some as he and the others made their way to the town square. To the earth genasi it seemed as though the home here were not built to retain the heat from the hearths and keep the cold at bay. They should have moved as many people into as few structures as possible to save warmth and fuel for the fires.  [Color=khaki]"Have these people never seen cold before?"[/color] he asked aloud wondering how cold it actually got here, and if the deal with the imp would have been better than he had thought.

Before getting an answer from anyone, Cascade had motioned for him to follow her, a look of mischief on her face. Jørmund wasn't sure what she was wanting to do only shrugging in return. Before he knew what was going on she had held his hand and led him over to the gnome and half dragon that were arguing nearby. He caught just enough of the argument to know that both were right to an extent. However when Cascade introduced him and said he was an expert on the matter, Jørmund couldn't help but stammer a bit flush with a bit of embarrassment.

Fortunately Aura stepped in and corrected Cascade, giving the cleric enough time to gather himself. [Color=khaki]"Aura is right in that we are hear to help. I would not call us experts either. With that being said it seems you two are at odds. Do you know where the fleet is and how much fire wood do you have in your stores? What defenses do you have around the harbor?"[/color] He asked hoping to learn more about what the village had to work with. Hopefully there were defensible positions where the raiders had to land, or could be forced to land. They would likely be using flatter bottom boats, easy to pull ashore and back into the water when needed. The raiders knew they would be vulnerable when landing and would account for that when the decided to attack. 

[Color=khaki]"Do you know who is leading this fleet?"[/color] The answer to this question was one he was concerned about almost as much as the answers to his other questions. It would also let him know how daring and clever the raiding party would be.