Distracted by the wobbling feather, I nearly missed half of what he said. My head moving in sync with the obnoxious feathers movements. Snapping out of it, I shook my head at him with a shrug. "I am afraid I am short on money, and was simply curious about the hounds, which I swore I heard were owned by you... but before I set out I may come back," I explain to him. I turn and move to find Jormunds house, the mystery of his daughter on my mind, and the details of the dogs pushed off to the side.