Redtail Rise Uneasy silence

rodyn, he learns, is an avid trader.

mulherin finds himself drawn to the deerskin that the man shows him; he has never seen anything made with such craftsmanship. the skin itself was slightly off-putting to him in a way that was both indescribable and intriguing.

most importantly, he noted, it seemed awfully comfortable to line a den with.

shells and herbs he had no use for, and he did not have the patience to wait to see more furs. 

his tongue swipes over his nose in a way that is almost serpentine. 

the hide, he asks, gaze flicking up to rodyn once more. how much for it?