Talking Shop

He flinched. He couldn't help it, even in front of this wolf, this… leader, as she introduced herself as. It seemed like so long ago that Dread had returned from Ethne. A little awkward from the predicament he found himself in, but having done his job and earned his rank. He covered it with a deep nod of his own. Not a bow, but a greeting of sorts. “He told me of what transpired, and I’m sorry for your loss” He said, turning as Bast trotted into view beside him, a coat thrown around her back. He reached over and grabbed it off the leopard. “The North has definitely taken a turn this winter” He agreed as he tossed it lightly over her tiny shoulders. One of the last dry coats in the pack.

He kept the subject off Dread, off the flooding. He was not one to tell his secrets easily. “That is what I told her, and I would be interested in trading Ethne, perhaps come Spring?’ He suggested. The Armada was in no state to fill requests right now. Its market was closed.

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