Northstar Vale merchant : take a look at my wares

Had she been aware of Aure's thoughts it would have only served to bolster her growing affinity with the pale whisper. It had seemed more oft than not that Teekon at whole was a place of loss for the ghost - the scene of betrayal, the backdrop of grief. 

Only the threat of what my claim may mean for our packs. 

She smiled in spite of her train of thought, ever presenting the mask of Liri who had no use for dallying in pity or lingering in anxiety. In truth, the past several months had been ominously quiet - peaceful in a manner that left her looking forward to the next tragedy in wait. 

"I'm afraid things have been rather sheltered here and I have nothing worthwhile for your general's attention. I suppose that it a good thing to report, in truth," she murmured after a moment lest they fall into uncomfortable silence. 

Perhaps it was only a good thing in her eyes however, perhaps Aurëwen was waiting for word of some trouble that plagued them - a conflict to transport to the unseen Stigmata who would receive the news gladly. But the northron had no way of knowing and tried not to reminisce on such a thought.