Redhawk Caldera triduana

Germanicus had an impressive way of speaking and an even more accomplished memory. He repeated Ruenna's introduction near-verbatim. The Regent found herself studying the pair before her, struck by the uncanny feeling that this was not the last time she would hear these names or see these faces. 

The pair seemed honest enough, and respectful. Ruenna couldn't remember the last time anyone came by asking permission to pass through the area. A week was hardly any time at all. Her decision was an easy one. 

"Certainly. You're welcome to reside by the northern shore of Lake Rodney; you won't be questioned by anyone from the Caldera. We request that you feed yourselves from the abundance of fish and waterfowl, and that you bury any leavings. There have been rumors of a cat in the wider area." Ruenna herself wouldn't fault the pair if they wanted to take a deer, but there were others in the Caldera who might grumble. 

"If you do find yourselves on the southern shore, you might check in with our ally, Brecheliant. They claim the fen to the south. Any favor that would have been paid to we Redhawks may be paid to them." Ruenna struggled to think of anything to request from the pair, so she diverted their gratitude to Brecheliant. The Caldera still owed their allied pack for what had happened to Bridget, Ruenna felt.