*Ludwig can be seen lounging in a chair a little ways from the tavern, channeling with both hands. His staff is across his lap, as well as a leather-bound brown book. He ever so often ceases channeling with his right hand and turns a page*
"Mmmm... yes, qvite. Not good at all... nein..."
"Master Dwarf!" Grimnir hails as he strolls over, his cloak absent as his sword hanging from his belt, "How does this day treat one of your age and wisdom."
"Mrmm? Oh! Herr Jarlsson. Brisk unt cold, my boy. Reminds me of home"
*He turns a page of his book and ceases channeling in his left hand*
"But I am troubled, as every year. Ze break of winter comes swiftly after ze break of ze Hallowed hour. I have seen one too many in mein time upon zis terra"
"Another hallows is a time where the very world seeks our doom," Grimnir smiles and pats his shield, "I'm excited to see what I can do."
"I see. Zen I will have to find proper lodgings before ze Hallows fall"