Raan looked at Serion with suspicious eyes. He wasn't usually this friendly. In fact this likely marked the most talking the two had ever done in one sitting. Alas, all this Orc hunting of late has left little time for food hunting, and Raan had been living for 2 weeks now on dried rations. The mere thought of a warm meal made his belly growl. Nodding, he took a seat to the side of the shop and pulled open a pouch with raw steel arrowheads and a grinding, and sharpening stone and began making arrowheads to replace the ones he had used earlier.<br/><br/>(sorry for the short post reply. Just couldn't seem to come up with much to add, lol)