"We apologize for the subdued atmosphere," Brunhilde apologized, even though they stood in the shining banquet hall, fires roaring and the groaning boards of the tables packed with food with more coming in. "Winters test us in Asgard." Taking flagons from a passing servant, she handed one to Zarda. "The spell you two were transported with, did it feel... interrupted? Like you were intercepted or possibly... bounced off something? If someone is tampering with the way of things, trouble might be following your heels." Which could be trouble, or a good round of head-smashing fun.