As the others crossed, Glade quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve and stood with his staff. A small white ball of fluff moved between his feet and away from the river. Deciding that no one would care, Glade followed it. After running for a hundred meters or so, he came upon a tall muscular man with a bushy moustache. His moustache was the only hair on his head, and he seemed to always be smiling a friendly smile. The man held a huge shield that looked like a door in his hands.<br/><br/>"Hello, lad," he said cheerfully in a russian accent, "my name is Braum of the Freljord to the northeast. And this," Braum nudged with his foot the white fur ball that with closer inspection could be seen having eyes, a mouth, and two tiny horns, "is a poro, he is my friend." The poro bounded in circles around their feet.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Braum. I'm Glade of Shadowcrest," Glade said, and shook the man's hand.