Arngeirr shakes his head.  Was Valetni the cause of this?  Surely the man knew better than to say or do something that would put dearest Mary in a state such as this.  The huge gentleman follows behind Mary, and she begins to such on the sleeve of her habit he gently attempts to dislodge it from her mouth, tutting in a fatherly man.<br/><br/>"I say little lass, you shouldn't put that in your mouth.  Why you'll get sick, and then who will watch after the Quacks!  Now come, tell Arngeirr what happened with brother Valetni that upset you so."