"Aye," Arngeirr says, "It has been a long time since Arngeirr the mighty has eaten."<br/><br/>A strangely calm demeanor falls over him.  He takes in a deep breath, as if preparing to regail Zato with another huge tail.  “The struggle for food is fierce at home.  All of us must leave at least once if we can, so that we will no longer be a burden on our families and villages.  When I say, ‘I am Arngeirr and I am huge!’, it is not just to threaten and intimidate.  It is to remind myself of my heritage and of the people I leave at home.  I am massive.  I require vast quantities of food.  Just one of my meals can feed dozens of children, or give the sick and old just enough to stay alive.  I must be a gentleman; I must be<i>deserving</i>of the food I wish to eat.  If I am not, it shall go to someone else, as I am bound by my blood to starve myself to death for such grievous failures.  And if the day comes that the Hunger of Huge overtakes me and I am not deserving of my meals, I will gladly die the slow, horrible death of hunger and have the gods cast my spirit in the frozen hells of the un-gentlemen so that my loved ones may yet live.  My father taught this to me well.  And my father knew it well himself. When he left home, he also left a secure supply of food.  Wandering on his own, it would have been easy for him to starve to death, even by accident, all his life’s work left undone.  I know not what he accomplished.  I know not if he accomplished anything at all.  All I know is that if a hugeman does not return in a decade’s time, it is likely he will not return at all, as the Hunger of Huge has surely taken him… or he has lost his gentlemanly way and is as good as dead to his family."<br/><br/>He takes another breath to steady himself.  "It has been over ten years since he left.  I know my father would never lose his way.  Therefore, my father is surely dead.  And has been dead for a long time.”