An Envoy Approacheth

Modesty had been chasing Kenway and his fucking cattle dogs out of the Ravine with their incessant barking when the call came. She wasn't so certain she was appreciative of the tone, but made her way to the caller none the less. Scald and his party had failed to meet her at the Bifost after the meeting, but she had expected to be in the meeting a bit longer than she ultimately ended up staying, and they had a longer journey than she did. Expecting the waffle to continue for a bit longer yet, she was keeping an ear cocked for Siduri's call. It would travel this far, after all.

Swiping two bottles off a tree stump and taking a swig from one to fortify her courage, just in case, she made her way to her guest. The distant yapping of the cattle dogs could be still heard (they'd need a lot more livestock to wear that pair out), but at least with some distance it was stabbing her in the brain just a little less. “You called?” Modesty's head canted and she offered a bottle to her guest. Sure it might have been a little early in the day, but it was 5 o'clock somewhere... whatever that meant.

“Speech.”