Cridhe na beinne

Alexis started . “No need to be so formal. We are a very small expedition, accompanying two scholars interested in the ancient ruins the Fang is rumoured to be holding. If we can get admittance, that is.”
One of the reasons she made sure to bring pearls.

"We can talk to Balt about an expedition into the nearby countryside once he gets here." Markus said wondering how he could help Alexis and her expedition. Maybe in return they could help the settlement.

They were about to be a bit isolated here in the coming months with the upcoming war in the Plains.

"Well you came to the right place. I have not travelled far into the heart of the mountain range but for what I have seen, Fang was gone to some long lost civilization." He said looking over Alexis head into the nearby peaks. "Must remind you of home very much." He said.

The mercenary followed the blacksmith’s gaze and a gentle and somewhat wistful expression ghosted over her face.

“That it does.” She agreed. “Your help would be most appreciated, Markus.”

"Breathtaking..." He said looking back at Alexis. "Glad to help. And maybe you and your expedition could lend a hand in helping the settlement." He suggested with a grin.

"Maybe when you and your party settle, I could come and see you all." He suggested. "I will bring some food..." He smiled.

Alexis laughed.

“If we can, absolutely. You are most welcome at our fire. Don’t worry about food, we’ve got that covered.”

Gonyaul would adore to add another life story to his ever growing collection.

With a genuine smile she extended her hand to the blacksmith.

“Deagh fhortan agus deagh dhùrachdan, Markus. I am looking forward to seeing more of you then.”

Markus smiled. "Soraidh, Alexis Greyriver." And he left to go into the forge to complete their last batch of weapons before Balt returned.