Silvertip Mountain Sanctuary

Ah, thank you!

A man approached, bearing heavy scarring and a mangled face, one eye missing. Qadira bowed low on one foreleg, the other curled inward. "I am a mercenary, Sir, seeking shelter for the winter - or longer, should our company benefit the other. All I ask for is a den and safety through the winter, although I am willing to assist the bears if you should find me useful." If he could not, or would not, offer this, Qadira would simply leave, and seek shelter elsewhere.