Two Rivers Isle “All that ruckus ain’t called for.”

the wildling wasn’t certain how well he could do at defending both of them against two attackers. he knew that he would be willing to take the brunt of whatever might come their way. after all, he was leading their expedition into the unknown. it had been his idea to venture out in search of packs that would accept a halfling in their ranks. perhaps he had pulled her along on a mission that was nothing more than ignorant hopefulness. it was safe to assume that illidan did not know enough about the world to be marching around a complete stranger in hopes that she might find a home for herself.
 
“cadeau is interested to know what packs look for in their members. maybe you could tell us about your own pack and what you like to see in your recruits?” illidan attempted with a thoughtful smile toward the man with the strange way of speaking. he wondered if it would be helpful to ask things about their home before trying to skirt away from the whole thing. besides, that was why they’d gone on the crazy journey to begin with, wasn’t it?