Arvid's eyes do not betray him. Despite the distinctions, this is Einar, no doubt about it. The sudden lifting of the shadow that clouded his heart is intriguing, indeed, but it can't be counted as the result of a magical disguise. He gestures to the inner chambers, receiving the arrivals with attention and concern. Even as they seat to feast Einar shows an unusual satisfaction, translated in solid laughter and great appetite. He even relinquishes the chair at the distant corner of the table, the one he began to use in place of his father years ago, seating in his former place, the one he'd occupy in front of his younger brother. He invites Alec to occupy a place of honor right in the middle of the table, siding him and granting Astrid her place by the side of her father.
The table is plentiful as it would fit a celebration. The food pleases both northern and southern tastes as the hearth burns bright and strong.
"Well... Forgive me... But I'm at a loss. Much has happened, I believe. I am sorry for the troubles, Jarl Alec. I would never put lady Astrid in the way of harm, had I known. Your name alone should suffice to drive any opportunist away from your daughter's vessel, but I see that common sense is a rarity these days..." - he then turns to his brother.
"And Thorir... The gods themselves sent you, I'm sure! It has been so long, brother, and I have great joy in seeing you well..." - he smiles as he fills his brother's horn with mead. "My lady..." - he does the same for Astrid, Alec and Arvid, letting the jar rest upon the table afterwards - "...this man here always showed great promise as a warrior... No man in this land doubted him as he grew up..." - he points towards Thorir - "...and we have our mentor to prove it." - he turns to Arvid.
"Now, please, tell me everything about your journey, as well as your arrival..." - he turns a concerned gaze to the arrivals.
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