Broken Antler Fen ticking clocks

Her friend doesn't waste time telling Brandy why she'd called her-thank god- and the yearlings tail begins to wag when she nods, understanding after the first rhetorical question what would come next. She was thrilled to actually have knowledge of something, to be able to really contribute to the fen-and to get closer to her own trade. A grin spreading across her face, Brandy dips her head in acceptance.
                            "You don't have to be a fighter to be useful-but if you really want to be a Mercenary I will teach you. I'm working towards it myself, and the lessons would be wonderful for both of us."