Knife to the eye

The Raider's answered her call just as quickly as they would have answered her father and for that she was grateful, her grin never faltering as the party rolled in. “We're off ter Valta,” She finally declared when it looked like they had enough. “Th' leader was recently challenged an' managed ter hold 'is own so they won't be pushovers, maybe a bit long winded, but we're jus' lookin' fer livestock, probably ducks with all tha' water. If they don't 'ave any, we'll go after furs or herbs fer winter supplies. We aren't rollin' in fer ears, las' thing any o'us need is a repeat o' Ethne eh?” She spared a glance for Dread knowing the leader was family, but this was the life he'd signed up for by coming back with her. He'd be ok.

She tipped her head towards the beach, “'S not too far, but try ter save some energy fer when we get there.” She delivered the comment with a smirk. Knowing the Raider's would do just fine.

“Speech”