"Very good then!" Arngeirr says.  "Do we know where everyone is?  No stragglers left behind, the threat thoroughly thrashed?"<br/><br/>Arngeirr took a moment to properly take in his surroundings, realizing he had been so busy running full speed through the twisting corridors of the temple.  He gently placed the Quack family on the ground, knowing they were safe, and giving any potential attackers a lethal glare to ensure their neutrality.  Standing head and shoulders above everyone present, Arngeirr was a true mountain of a man.  His chest and shoulders were broad and his arms were thickly muscled; while he certainly had the muscle mass of at least a dozen men, his frame was so mighty that it did not cripple him with bulk.  His head was clean shave, the light reflecting from his polished scalp, and his chin was large a square like a slab of solid stone with a thick bushel of a beard.  His eyes were small and friendly, appearing half closed under his heavy brow, and a gentlemanly handlebar mustache was perched proudly beneath his nose.  Yes, he was indeed a fine image of a man, a huge, gentlemanly man!