Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

so you're a mercenary? a pause is given. a man for hire? he offers for further explanation, wondering how exactly something like that works. he knows the principles behind it but it sounds ...like a lot of work; always withholding loyalty. never knowing who to trust. it wasn't the kind of life he wants to lead ...but to each their own. a glimpse is given, idle — not that ridgeback can see more than a nose space in front of him — as he contemplates urias' words. would his littermate be missing ...surely he would be worried too. but, maybe he wouldn't. he doubts anyone worries about him — wouldn't want them to if they did. i get it. ridgeback murmurs then and heaves a sigh. well, here's to hoping you find her soon, mate. he says in a robust, jovial tone; wincing as it echoes back at him and is answered back by the protesting screech of a bat.