"I say old bean," begins Arngeirr, "I don't think tea would do much to slake my hunger, but thank you nonetheless.  Though I do believe venerable Zato has set out sausage and other odds and ends for us to eat..."<br/><br/>Arngeirr is a<i>huge</i>man.  Not only that, but even among his own people, his physique is mighty and requires a great deal for him to function normally.  The supplies he had brought with him had run out just before reaching the Forbidden Temple, and the stew from last night, while hugely flavorful, had not been huge enough to fill him.  The huge gentleman spied the food strewn across the tables... it was time to feed.<br/><br/>Ponderously, as if driven by some otherworldly force, the giant begins to move.  He plods over to the food, his eyes gone glossy, and begins to gather everything he can into any empty plate or bowl.  A mountain of food befitting only a huge man such as himself is soon prepared, held in his arms, and he moves a safe distance from the others.  Setting his mighty meal down, the the huge man sets down in an empty area, the table sagging beneath the weight of so much food gathered in once place.  He bows his head, fists held together at his chest as he offers a pray unto the gentlemanly gods of the Hugelands.<br/><br/>As soon as his prayers are finished, the huge man's eyes snap open, and with a vigor bordering on insanity... it begins.