What it takes

Right, the birds. That made sense in Dread's mind. He nodded as the Warlord spoke, turning to find something heavy. Halo was rather particular about her buckets, and she'd probably like this one back. The yearling was careful as he moved the various scraps into a tin from within the shed, one with a heavy lid. It should be easy enough to clean out too... he hoped. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the smell. Well, at least it seemed to be pretty effective for the fish. Yuck.

Diplomacy. Right, that was the word he'd been looking for. Dread would be going down to Ethne, all the way to Auster. It was farther than any of the errands that Halo had sent him on. He'd have to take someone with him, one of the warriors, someone who knew the way. He was going to see Bellamy with a knife, probably something Ruga cooked up. The yearling nodded, happy to take on the task. "Do I need to bring anything back in return?" It was a trade, after all. What would Ethne give in return? "Do you know if Mortis is busy?" His older brother would probably be the easiest one to track down, and maybe the best company. That... and maybe he'd be the most likely to let Dread take the long way home on his own. Not that it factored into his decision of course but... it totally may have.

"Dread Fatalis"