The Hulking Jotun shaman grins and looks to those before him, chuckling for a long moment as he leans on his Mammoth bone staff- before he is seized halfway through by a violent coughing fit, doubling over in pain for a moment, before straightening back up to an stooped height, as he looks over those before him. Keenly intelligent eyes look them over- and he smiles.<br/><br/>"...Ahh... Apologies- but I do hope... My aid was... apreciated- though I must admit I am most impressed by the abilities of any group to slay the summoner of such a beast- who was, I do not doubt, far more of a threat than the Minor Demon itself... no?" He says- his tone... strange; his voice is deep due to sheer depth of his huge chest, and yet.. it rattles, seeming almost weak- and all the while hold's a strangely fierce .. power.<br/><br/>Regardless- he looms. The lines on his face soon have the reddish gold glow fade from them- his appearance of being a Molten Being fading slowly.