"I would have to say that..."  This was not the situation he had been expecting.  He had certainly felt his hope draining away in his months of searching.  At times it had felt pointless to even try.  Before he had left, even, in the years of his father's absence from their home, Arngeirr had feel the creeping paranoia that his father would never return.  And when the time had come, the passing of the ten years that marked a hugeman's loss, it had all certainly come crashing down on him.<br/><br/>But was he not a huge gentleman?  That was what had always carried him through.  To carry hope when those around him had given up.  And if there was no hhope, then to carry on anyway, for there was certainly nothing else worth fighting for than a lost cause.  And he had certainly seen the signs of a gentleman in Korsarro; it was, therefore, Arngeirr's duty to remind the small man how huge he himself was.  "Brother Korsarro.  I would say that you must remember that you are most certainly not worthless.  You were the only one here brave enough to volunteer for this terrible task.  Even I was only compelled to do it because I felt I had no right not to.  You, who were at one point a simple tanning monk in this monastery, have taken it upon yourself to bear the brunt of his huge burden.  You most certainly are a huge gentleman, and most certainly are<i>not</i>one to give into these feelings.  They are something from this blasted demon's relic and relic more, dear brother.  Do not forget that."