"Oh yes. You burned it, and then summoned Mustakrakish. Ha! What an eventful time." He shrugged slightly and shook his head. "That was in the south. Lapland is more north, nearer the frozen mountains where the Giants once dwelled." He didn't seem too upset by it, and that's because he wasn't. He was used to that sort of thing happening every so often, and he was old enough to remember similar events, but none spurred by simple musicians. That point alone was enough to watch the band with a bit of awe and confusion. "Trolls are still around, in that world. And Mustakrakish was a young one. It was sheer luck for you that you were not closer to the lake here, just outside." He chuckled knowingly.