The left corner of Styrmsthal's mouth pulled up into a big lopsided grin. "Don't look such a lump in the right light. And when I ain't luggin' someone else's food about." He hefted the sack high before remembering the rain and tucking it back under his chest, shielding it with the expanse of his shoulders. He mumbled, "Lumpy, mebbe."
As they descended yet another set of stairs he asked, "How low do ye livin', Jozzie? Can't be too much higher than Thal's house."
As they descended yet another set of stairs he asked, "How low do ye livin', Jozzie? Can't be too much higher than Thal's house."
