The hunter had finally returned, both arms laiden with cured hides and leathers. Eyeing the trio, he growls slightly at Tellara. "Tella'ra,<i>Down.</i>" he utters the second word in Zandali, one foot harmlessly shooing the elf back to her corner with Mora. Sitting in a corner seperate from the two to his right, and the sleeping one to his left, the large troll sat down, and went about sorting the leathers, measuring thread, and losing himself deeply in thought...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>