As the two wandered the city streets hand-in-hand, Nina and her large, newfound friend attracted no small amount of attention from the locals. More so did the latter of the two figures, as few Valkyri had ever laid eyes one of the Beorni since their exile, countless thousands of years ago before any records were kept. Some would shy away in fear of the hulking beast, others would cast untrusting glances Arnor's way. Most, however, kneeled as they passed them by, lining the streets to pay respects to their saviours. These bearmen had broken the siege of Tháinbroek, seemingly sent by the gods themselves.
"They fear me. It is normal to fear the unknown," Arnor suddenly spoke within her mind, to which Nina looked up at him as they strode together. Her free hand settled upon his furry forearm, thick like a tree trunk. "They are grateful," she corrected him, and he looked down at her in return, his expression softening somewhat. "You saved them." He looked around him at the faces of the many men and women, and just as they reached the city centre where it was most crowded a whole throng of them turned to marvel upon the sight of the Beorni warrior. When it became virtually impossible to move any further without stepping on someone Arnor simply sat down right where he was, legs crossed and still a head taller than those surrounding him.
A few brave Valkyri approached him, adults and children alike, reaching out to touch his white fur as if to make certain he is real. Before him stood a little girl, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and she reached towards him with both arms. Arnor lowered his head until she could place her tiny hands upon his snout, and as she gave his nose a soft scratch he couldn't help but let out a sneeze. This only served to caused the small girl to giggle, and when she again reached for him Arnor very gently picked her up and placed her atop his wide shoulder, and immediately she held onto his ear for safety and nuzzled into his neck.