Redhawk Caldera d'fwan, glue in the business weave.

Elwood agreed with her idea, though Fin hadn't really expected him not to. They tended to always be on the same page, which was to say that Elwood often had the ability to think his way onto Fin's page while she remained rather oblivious though appreciative. She looked at her mate now, spying the thoughtful look on his face and hesitating to see if he had anything else to add to his statement. She waited for all of ten seconds before she couldn't help but talk more.

"Should we send someone?" she asked, "Lagan? Sebastian? What about that girl of his... Andalusia?" Finley paused, biting her bottom lip as she considered it. Lagan was a scout, but seemed a little... soft, for a matter such as this. She frankly didn't know Andalusia, and Sebastian didn't strike her as being much of a traveler. The last thing she wanted was to send someone off who didn't know where they were going and then they never return. "Maybe I should go myself," she said then after a beat. The wildlings were old enough now to survive without her for a time, and she didn't know if she trusted anyone else with a matter this important.