Dragoncrest Cliffs With A Little Somethin Somethin

engel answers without hesitation, although his answer is a little bewildering. "matey?" she echoes, confusion writ on her face. that aside, the intel seems fine, and she makes mental note to tell nomi about this ironsea later. 

any remaining concern over his being a threat disappates as they continue to talk. he doesn't seem very good at this whole scouting thing. super unthreatening. she likes that. "we're friendly enough," blixen answers with a dismissive shrug, taking a seat. "as long as you don't try to start anything funny with us, we should be fine."