A Break In The Day

The little raccoon continued to work away as Brandr relaxed. He glanced over at her from time to time, amused by watching her weave and feeling a slight sting of jealousy that her paws were so much more nimble than his own. Still, it had been a good trade off. His hunting skills for hers with crafting. Though he still wasn't sure what to make of the alcohol she had a tendency to brew though he made it clear that he would not tolerate drunkeness. If she was a wee bit tipsy he could tolerate her but much more than that and the little raccoon became a nuisance.

Ambi called out and he turned his head to see a woman approaching, her cloudy eyes seeming to indicate that she was blind. The woman spoke a greeting and he gently replied. "Certainly, madam, feel free! My name is Brandr Scylding, a hunter of Abaven. What brings you out this way?"