Lake Rodney Kiss the skies, we're almost home

A mountainous guild was perhaps what the warrior was seeking, for it would surely remind him much of the Keep with it's high-turreted ledges and rocky slopes. He wasn't sure if he could adapt to a climate much other than the peaks, for his framework was definitely not build like his swift-footed counterparts, nor like some ocean dwelling folk. So, he replied to the pale sir's voluntary query with affirmative words of his own.

"I am in fact seeking a home,' he'd state, eyes wandering away from his company's fawn face to gaze upon the general direction of this fabled 'Moonspear' that the runner spoke so fondly about. "With winter coming, I cannot afford to roam alone." Maybe he could test the waters; he was already beginning to like this fellow yet perhaps others would offer him more. Even so: "May I hear your name? was added.