[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

Looking out over the village, Jørmund went into a brief trance staring to the earth beneath him. Anyone close enough would hear him muttering about where the forge was he was hearing. 

The feeling of a stronger connection with Tharmekhûl washed over Jørmund as he snapped out of his trance. He was not entirely sure which things recently done the deity considered impressive. That might need to be something to ponder on later. The biting cold reminded him that standing in the road in this weather was probably not a good idea. 

He plodded forward leading the horses and the cart down the hill to the village. [Color=khaki]"You said it's not normally this cold Cascade. Does it ever get close to this kind of cold?"[/color]