Help Haran

Sure, it sounded like backbreaking work, but you'd take it over doing nothing but freeze your nipples off until the evening.

"Need a hand?" You chip in, sparing Dagur any further ear-bashing.

"Aye, good of ya to offer, Markus" he replied, focusing rather intently on the tankard he was polishing to avoid his wife's glare. "Evening's meal is on me if you can haul that sodding keg up here"

Haran shook her head disapprovingly.

"Don't strain yourself" she advised, turning to you. The genuine concern in her voice was palpable, though the change in tone almost gave you whiplash.

Dagur must have noticed it too, as he returned to wiping the now almost gleaming mug with a snort.