[Roland's grunt is almost affable this time, forgiving. Being wary of Asgard's bullshit, with that he can sympathize.]

Don't blame you. Being pulled back into this place's been hard on you already, hm? I don't imagine Asgard's tricks will make that load any lighter.

Roland Deschain.

[He holds out his free hand. Without those first two fingers it might not be the easiest to shake, but unless Uther wants to free Roland's other one, it's what he gets.]

Well met, sai Pendragon. Well enough, anyway. Don't recall seeing you when I lived here last. Which god housed you while you were here?