Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

Nyra watched the Greek man as he mulled over her words. 
Eventually, a response. 

"I see." She purled with understanding. 
At the moment she could not think of any payment to hire such a creature. She herself was a shieldmaiden, a wardog in her own right. But she fought for different reasons. 
"It's been a pleasure. But I must go home now, safe travels to you." Nyra said, intent to sum up their conversation here. The Grandmaster turned then, heading for the mountains unless the autumn man had more to say.