Cedar Sweep Whetstone Nails

'Fury Brunhilde, Warchief and Queen of The Saints' It rang in Paeon's ears and affirmed her thoughts further. With a name and title like that there was no doubt in Paeon's mind that she was an accomplished hero. It also meant that she was the leader of a pack. Some adventurers were lone wolves offering their services as they went, others were needed in a central location and group, but to be a leader of a group like that meant extra pristine. "Great to meet you, your majesty!"

Paeon thought for a moment how honored she might be to service under Fury's command, but a larger part of her felt she was unqualified and that it might be an insult for her to ask. She had a lot to learn about this new area and a lot of challenges to overcome before being ready for something like that.

"Is there any bits of wisdom you might be willing to provide me about this new region? Or... any moves you might show me?" Paeon asked, eyes and ears open like sponges ready to soak up any awesomeness Fury might be willing to share with her.

Open to a roll spar if you would like. Depending on how Fury would like to proceed.