There is a Knocking at the Doors of the Inn. An Jotun bends his head- thankfully, he is short for his kind- to enter the main room.. and approaches Magnus, wherever he might be in that Inn's Common Room. A Low, rumbling voice- and a recognizable face, if he is of particularly keen mind; the same Jotun sorcerer that aided them against the hellhound.<br/><br/>"Apologies.." he murmurs quietly- a low rumble, rather than an large one. He is hunched near Magnus, and his stave is held at an awkward angle to avoid brushing the ceiling. "I do hope I'm not intruding- but I heard something of your loss, and recalling you from the earlier engagement, I thought that perhaps I might be able to be... of help." He rumbles, gesturing with one hand for emphasis as he speaks.<br/><br/>His huge eyes are locked on Magnus, as he continues. "I'd explain more in private, but the basic Jist is that while I cannot rebuild your home, I am an capable magus- and I can tell less than natural fire when I see it. I know not who hunts you- but it is harder to hunt that which moves..." he explains. "And I am ever moving... and rather lonely. From there, we might be able to reach an agreeable agreement. My name is Othin, and I could discuss more away from the possibility of prying eyes... if you are interested, that is."