[Nogrod]

If this is a game, you should be very careful now. He’s clearly reading your parrying now, throwing the ball back... Well, let me see. But clearly he had no time for this nonsense. Why did he even pretend to have time for this? The giant was looking at him, staring with his eyes questionably. There was also honesty in this pillar of a man, even though it was clouded by much of pretence. He knew it. Why had he been running away from the truth that he would have to learn anyway, oneday? Or would a life led, without the knowledge of the ever recurring question of “why?”, be worth living at all? Would he be a happy senior to die in a bed, not knowing the answers to the questions that haunted him every night and day? This Grimhorn here, son of Grimgor, was his best chance ever to get at the bottom of these things!

Before his conscious mind had time to react, he heard himself uttering “Well, frankly...” There is no going back from here then... Well, let it go.

“Frankly put”, Rían said, taking a look at Grimhorn, sipping his ale to get some extra seconds to give his speech. His mind was going berserk, blood was pumping with record levels. Hope this doesn’t show, he managed to think, and then he was on it.

“Your father, Grimgor, burnt my house, when I was just a little kid. I remember his face. I can see the similarity between you, grin and all. Mostly the grin, and the overall stature. He would have killed us, if we hadn’t managed to escape. They were calling into the night-sky “kill those cretins!” and “one day I’ll have you hermit-fool!”. I heard them well, and I remember them. I’ll remember those voices even at my deathbed – Valar allowing me to have one...” Rían grinned a little, being all the more horrified about the words his lips had just poured out. He took another sip of the ale, trying to concentrate. But for no avail. His mind and mouth together had really decided to flood all the levees’ down. He would be talking now, and he could just not stop it. Everything from the years gone by, kept rolling in front of his eyes. He had no control anymore. All these years of hiding were coming to an end now. How will I stop this?, he inwardly screamed, but had no time to think about it. So he just saw and heard himself continuing:

“Your father hated people who did not stick to his ways, and as a “spiritual warden” of sorts, took the liberty of clearing the Beorningland of everything unclean, not-Beorninglike from his point of view. Your father hated my father, because my father followed the rituals and teachings of Greäw, the one who said to have gained his knowledge in a straight following from himself, Radagast the Brown! I know this is a heated issue, and after considering the sanity of all different claims, I’d just want to point out, that my father believed in what he said and did – and I saw the things he did!” Rían draw breath and leaned backwards. But as there were no immediate hit on his face, he managed to breath out again, and then go for his pint.

The dices have been rolled then... Now where's my pipe? I'll need another go with it! I'll have to come together now. Can't run loose with multiple selfs just now!