And none for Gretchen Weiners [MEETING]

Éldi finished packing up his wares with a smile on his face. The first market had gone well and he'd sold a reasonable amount of his wares and returned got a few items on his wish list. Namely, a nice thick buffalo hide. He felt wealthy indeed to be able to spread this on the floor of his den and it was bound to make for a nice warm blanket when winter finished blowing its way into Boreas. His green eyes, flecked with amber, turned to the northern horizon where clouds streaked with dark gray were growing steadily darker. Likely they would bring rain to the south but as cool as the fall had been he expected snow at any day. Perhaps it would start as rain and he would away to white on the ground.

Éldi's thoughts had been in a number of places. With his wares, with the weapon he wished to fashion himself, and even if he should start up his own band. Hjarrandi was swiftly growing full. They'd need to branch out soon but he had never really considered himself to have a leaders intellect. Valkyrie was sharp and cunning. Éldi preferred a simple life. Raid when called to and otherwise keep everyone fed. Would he really have the talent required?

His ears flicked back and he turned his head at the call of Valkyrie. Éldi finished packing his wares onto a makeshift travois and headed to the place where se waited. He dipped his head in greeting and settled down to await the others.