A silver eyebrow raises. "If thou was wishing to be secretive, thou shouldst not have dressed the part. Or announced thyself to my daughters." Hrimhari doesn't let four-year-olds run around without keeping an insanely good ear out.
"As it is, you are welcome here." He looks to his girls, his tone now warm but firm. "Ye may have your guest, my darlings, but never try to visit him in turn in his own home. Ye kenst well ye should never leave the forest without us, or the Warriors, or Hildy Volstaggsdottir."
"Aye, Da." They chorus, and with an approving nod, he takes a seat as Rahne serves meat and bread on a set of large stone plates and sees all get one. Moira and Danielle sit on either side of Vincent.
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