As the others discuss options, Hrothgard takes a quiet moment to himself to do the only thing he can think of; ask for help from the spirit world.
“Great Fang Quiang, Spirit of the Mountain, I know not if you can hear me from here… but if you can, I could use your guidance once more. We are locked between the two worlds you seem to so simply pass from one to the next – the world of the spirits, and the world of man. Can you offer assistance? A sign? Anything…?” Hrothgard sighs. “Can you even hear me…?”