Arngeirr favors the small lass and even smaller gentleman with a friendly smile before a<i>truly huge</i>rumble like rolling thunderheads tears itself from his huge belly.  "Good heavens!" he exclaims, "I do hope master Wolfram does not hear this ruckus!"<br/><br/>He shakes his head, fixing his mustache as he does, and looks back down at Alyssa.  "And I should say, simply call me Arngeirr. I am a simple hugeman, surely not a man deserving the title of Sir, though I shall certainly take it as a huge compliment.  At your discretion, m'lady, lead the way."