<span style="font-style: italic">Mister Doom and Gloom? </span>River had never been called... He frowned and gave Bria a sideways glance. She was being silly with him and he almost smiled. It was nice to see a smile. To feel a smile on his own face, no matter how small. Still, River said nothing as the group continued their trek down the warn path between the Red Wood and Grisly.<br/><br/>"When we get to Grisly, I'll call a meeting of the village council." River began, trying to give Bria a heads up on what the day might hold. "They'll probably ask you a few questions before sending you out of the inns common room." River scratched his chin. "They'll ask my opinion and we'll discuss what we think about you." River waved at a group of people standing outside a farmhouse a little distance away. "It will look good if you help unload the carts and begin helping with rebuilding. It shows you're willing and open to help strangers. It shows generosity." That was important to the people of Grisly, even if they were taken advantage of.<br/><br/>"If we decide to let you stay, we'll head out to my farm. I'll give you time to settle in to a room..." River paused for a moment before adding "Or the cellar.." with a hint of a smile. "Before we get started on evening chores." He hoped she didn't expect to stay for free, but if she did, he would rectify the idea. "I will teach you what you don't know." While she had spoken of an education, he very much doubted it dealt with everyday agriculture.