Heinrich gave her a look that was a mix between an executioner being handed a sharpened axe before the daily deheading and a man who didn't believe what was before his eyes. He fell silent, examined the axe his eyes scanning for every little scratch and knick that was forged in battle. Taking in a deep breath he gave a satisfied grunt and placed back on the leather straps that were at his back.<br/><br/>The unexpected act of generosity seemed to pacify the firebrand for now....<br/><br/>Nearos was also oddly silent. As they followed their host he took in every feature he could, already he had a journal entry in mind about possible nests these undead lived in. His eyes fell back on their host, a gentle smile played on his lips.<b>"What wonderful holdings you have Lady Freya, we are truly privileged with this great hospitality." </b><i> And the fact that we're still in one piece, I would rather complete the petrification process then me zombie meat.<br/>
</i><br/><b><i>"Lady Freya, I don't wish to take full advantage as a mooch when it comes to your hospitality but this journey has left us short on provisions and our wineskins have long been empty. If it is not to much to ask before quarters are assigned if we can break bread and salt."<br/>
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"An ALE!!!"<br/>
</b><br/>Nearos gave Heinrich a thousand year stare with the sudden request from the Dear friend, Heinrich gave zero acknoledgement because he didn't care.<i>This fucking idiot is going to jeopardize this whole deal. Obviously he must have grown up in a vault making requests like this. <br/>
</i><br/>"I do apologise for my friend he spent most of his love underground and was not taught proper graces," Nearos whispered to Freya. "We do appreciate the beginning of what will be a wonderful collaboration, if the Master Dwarf steps out of line I am more than willing to answer for his shortcomings."<i>Or maybe the master Dwarf is indeed now cashing in his revenge.<br/>
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