Dragoncrest Cliffs Cave Dwellings

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“Well, there you go! You have the advantage of knowing her already.” Eske wanted to say that she thought the moment Kendra let on to Portia that she liked plants too that the Fisa might possibly talk her ears off but didn’t because she didn’t feel that she knew Portia well enough for that. She’d only had actual interaction with her once, after all. “That’s awesome,” Eske breathed genuinely excited by the prospect of being made up in warpaint. Intimidation was a useful tool in both battle and handling outsiders and Eske wasn’t afraid to try new ways to give her an edge. She was young still and youth did not often lend way to intimidation. Which was rather unfortunate because Eske was really good at her perfected scowl and bitch-atude. There was something that bothered Eske about Kendra’s admittane that she liked to distinct herself, it spoke that she thought she looked just like every other black wolf out there. A frown tugged at the edges of her lips for a seconds. She wanted to say something, wanted to assure Kendra that she was plenty distinctive even without the paint but bit her tongue because she’d already awkwardly flirted enough without slamming the poor girl with that. Thus, Eske welcomed the switch of conversation back to trades content to follow the flow of it and let it take her where it would.

For a moment, Eske’s ears smoothed back to rest at half mast atop her skull as she contemplated Kendra’s question. “I can’t say for sure,” Eske hedged not wanting to accidentally step on the Commander’s toes by saying anything that she wasn't 100% confident she had right. “but I don’t think Heda will require more than one trade from you especially if only your naturalist trade interests you. I think the important thing is that you have a trade.” Eske responded, hoping that she provided an answer that would work until Kendra could get a chance to ask Thuringwethil personally.

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