"Sorry I wasn't at the party," he started after they'd both downed their last flagon of ale. "I heard it was quite the event."   "It was, brother!" Angus replied, a hearty belch following. "And what better cause to celebrate than your return! Praise Bahamut and praise Torm!"   Callum raised his next glass. "And praise to brothers. Without them, I would be lost in more ways than one."   Angus clinked his glass to his friends, and the pair drank again.   "I mean it, Angus. I'm not good at this. Saying thanks. But I want you to know. You brought me back to Zora. You brought me back from more than I can say. I swear to return the debt, however I can." He raised his next glass. "Torm has blessed me with a brother like you."