Whitebark Stream Whose weapon is his word,

Everyone had put on their best face, as she too played the park of a complete smile of a facade. Then the silver man, she saw long ago appeared so, and gave a subtle nod toward him. A recognizable face, but still someone who wouldn't be approved by the Déorwine family- at least her siblings were holding their tongues. Respectable, she thought, expecting Cenric to walk away and Freo to spew fire.

"Thank you," the elken woman started, "I think we would like to rest to get adjusted to area. My sister, is an excellant healer and has tried her best with us."