"How is it?" Looking down at the stout adventurer with no strength left to stand on his own as he had been laid down in a bed to recover as the blizzard outside continued to rage without pause, a gentle looking middle-aged woman with a pair of furry ears on top her head slowly asked while gazing down towards a list of injuries the stout adventurer had ended up suffering from thanks to his earlier intimidation display.
"It worked just fine; I managed to scare it off without having to engage it- not that engaging it would have done much with my strength. Only that fellow has the strength to handle that mountain of ice." Rolling his eyes faced with the woman's question, the stout adventurer confidently answered with a proud look on his face. Even as he quieted down a bit towards the latter half mentioning a certain someone who was still missing and had the strength to fend off the mountain of ice that was the glacial behemoth.
