Skorri grins as he hears that the load of timbers is intended for a new ship for the jarl. As he and the giantess set to work moving some of the load, he happily hums a simple tune, the kind often heard to set a rhythm when rowing a longboat, or loading or unloading a ship. Given the warm day, and despite the shade of the trees, he quickly builds up a sweat while labouring away. When Freja finally manages to free the stuck cart with her prodigious strength, Skorri gives a loud cheer and quickly sets to reloading the cart with renewed enthusiasm, eager to be on their way while the day still lasts. With the cart ready to move again, Skorri thanks the old mad for his kind words. "Just make sure that you make mention to the jarl who helped out, eh?" he says with a cheeky grin and wink. "And maybe pass comment about what fine, well-mannered, and pleasant daughters he has, too." He gives a slight nod to the girls.

Once they reach the Meadows, Skorri is glad to relax - and to be off the untrustworthy horse. The sweat of the labour had chilled him as they rode through the forest, but as the sun in the meadow warms him, it begins to feel like a truly blessed day; even the bruise from his fall feels less noticeable. Standing watch towards the centre of the meadow, he catches sign of movement near the strange young Runa. He glances around and notices that the sharp-eyed Dark Dreams Wanderer has caught sight of something, too. He nods to the Nuklander, "Let Gunnar know that I'm going to keep a closer eye on Runa." He strides towards the girl, readying his shield on his arm and loosening his axe in it's belt loop.