Appearing from nowhere, the huge man Arngeirr arrives in the kitchen.  He is still toting the huge box containing what has become known as the Shame of Anvindr.  His face is like a stony mask, sullied with simmering fury.  He sits down at a table, the box set in front of him.  He glares straight forward, his eyes starting off into nothing, little more than pools of swirling madness.<br/><br/>He was Arngeirr Anvindrson.  And<i>this</i>was shaping up to be an awful day.