Redhawk Caldera Graphite

Much was being shared already.
That this place was a hamlet rather than a kingdom. There were no guards to the limits of it. The lady of the broken mountain watched the fringes herself, without escort, and cited that it was a place of peace. All things divulged by the lady Maia and with more offered in trade, which spoke of her eager, people-pleasing nature.
Balor did not know what he might find here. It was certainly not a place that would benefit the crown except for the land itself. Further knowledge was required and he would discern for himself if the people would be worth keeping, should word of this place be returned to the weyr.
That is an acceptable bargain, Balor agrees.
I could tell you of the great mountain where I was born, or the red hills that divides us from this place? Or do you wish to know things more along the lines of...skills, and prowess, of its people? There would only be so much Balor would willingly share, and he knew how to keep the more important details shrouded with vagaries.
He smiles thinly, but his eyes are cold.