( heimr is quiet again- its a heavy mourning to carry, especially when his children don't even recognize him anymore, and all he can do in the end is nod in acknowledgment of the sentiment. when he speaks again, his voice is weary. )

O'course, son. Come back any time. You can use the bones, scales and medallions that wash up on the riverbank to pay, and remember: if you fish anything up from it, you must return whatever isn't used to the river. ... The folks here are good people, for the most part. So, you'll be fine.