Down on his knees before the coals, Bram pauses in his gentle blowing to listen to the divinations as Skulda relays them. He returns to his work, giving no reaction to the information that was provided. He works methodically, using sticks to reposition the live coals where he wanted between two split quarters, and continued to blow as he added the smallest of twigs and thinnest shavings of wood to the coals. Before long the glowing bed gave way to bright flame burning through the tinder, and catching the kindling he had arranged on top. Within a few minutes the roughly 20-foot by 12-foot room began to warm, and larger logs placed on the fire began to catch.
Bram points toward the small table and two chairs, as well as the raised bench along the back wall. The bench looks much like what you would find in a longhouse, complete with his sleeping pallet on the end near the fire, though the sidewalls of the raised bench are formed of solid stone, not wood. Bram takes a seat on the ground beside the fire, eyes distant, as if still thinking.
After everyone finds a seat, he says "The first one makes sense; trolls, fiendish or not, have been known to convene large warbands in the past. But the second... perhaps he was subjected to possession? But that would mean there is a fiend running free... quite an unpleasant idea, though not impossible. Your guess is as good as mine."
With that he stands up, picks up a pot and several clay jugs, which he places together, and then recites an incantation above them. They are instantly filled with fresh water. Bram hangs the pot on a hook over the fire, then rummages around for items stored in barrels and sacks. He begins placing leeks, turnips, and other various vegetables into the pot. A small amount of dried fish goes in as well. As he works he asks a few questions about what else you know about the trolls' activities. "Do you know where they are mustering? What are your plans regarding figuring out what has happened to Northri's son?"