Arjan cringed internally when it was clear the Chieftan was here to talk to him of the dead man laid up on a cot in his hut. He'd been hoping for something routine.. a poultice or a specific brew request. The less invested everyone was with the stranger the easier it would be to deal with his death. They held each others gaze, Arjan trying to understand what she was requesting.<br/><br/>“Orri said that if he did not live I would not know what he was to become. Said he was strong but not what was seen in him, or what was expected.” Arjan answered. Orri's prattling had always been cryptic and he was in no position to demand answers of his own. The two-spirit had been vague with him, but he didn't need his insight to have some knowledge about this intruder.<br/><br/>“I do know he's from a dangerous place, far off. Nothing about him though. His possessions were not brought with him,” Arjan continued. His words were toneless. He didn't want to let on just how intimately he was aware of the culture where the stranger was undoubtedly from. He'd withheld his own past, adapted far enough in his travels that he no longer saw himself as that person anyway, so really it wasn't much of a lie. Just a part of himself he'd allowed to die.<br/><br/>“If you wanted to show me some of his things I could tell you more.” Arjan cocked his head in consideration. “Otherwise I'm not sure how much help I can be, as I am simply a man following the direction I was given. Maybe Orri would be the better one to speak with about this when he returns. If my charge makes it that long. Sometimes even the strong fall, no matter what influence we try to have on them.” So far though, Arjan's passive efforts to fail the man had yet to send him on his way.<br/><br/><br/><br/>–<br/><br/><br/><br/>The path to the top of the ridge took a bit longer on foot to reach but would have been too much to take a mount up. Rhiak hoped that Orri had reached his destination, and their meeting place unscathed. He found him beneath the water but kept his distance and limited the sound he was making like he knew how to do with tricky prey. He didn't wish to interrupt, yet he was still unsure exactly what his purpose was in all of this besides ensuring the two-spirits safety. And so he turned his back and watched, listening closely to the sounds. The water was soothing, it having a place there along the ridge. He was listening for anything that broke up that peace, crouching in a resting position, hand around his spear.