Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

No answer was just as good as any other reply that might have been given. Stormchaser felt like he had unearthed something with it and that left him with a satisfied warmth that spread from within. 

They trekked on a few paces more before the stoneform man said that he was seeking work. This was vague. Wolves could do many things for work. Was he a mercenary? Did he sell his fangs as an answer to the common folk’s problems? It seemed the only fitting specialization for such a broad figure. It might add some reasoning to his cold silence. Mercenaries were not favored unless their skills were needed. 

Qiao might have work for you. 

The boy flashed a daring and toothy grin. 

Depending on your skillset… and willingness. 

The witch could do good work with a man like this one. If she did not clash too hard against the man’s stony nature.