Larksong Grotto dreamer trapped by your desire

He wasn't sure how to interpret the thoughts that flowed across the womans visage. Rather he focused on the words she offered him instead. "If you wish." Siarut shrugged, "You are free to come at your own pleasure." Assuming she knew the propriety of calling for an audience, the northern bear turned to leave, before thinking better of it. Assumptions he had learned were not always best. 

Turning back to the lady he offered her a smile. "As I said earlied, just over the mountain east of here. I would suggest calling at the border, just in case it's not me that you encounter first." Siarut wasn't sure if she would follow him instead, or journey at her own leisure, but he had given her all the information he could think she might need.