You head back to the Hill Fort, being one of the last to enter before the gates are closed. Just inside the walls a slightly annoyed Xen stands with two guards behind her. As soon as she sees you the barbarian move to intercept, pausing after the first step and turning to face the two guards before continuing. “I told a guard we wanted to speak with Chastley, and they seemed to think I was asking for an armed escort,” the elf growls, reaching out to take your hand, “Morgan went to talk to Gerial, she’ll be at the gates waiting for us. Let’s go talk to him,” As she follows the guards the barbarian is silent, allowing you to decide on whether or not speak of what you saw on the beach.<br/>You enter the strange pseudo-military home of the Hill Fort’s commander, walking through the second door where the guards remain to be greeted by Chastley, alone in his room. His desk is clear of any papers, quills or charts, the smooth wood dotted only with several decorative items.<strong> “Aeryn,”</strong>he exclaims with pleasure, leaning forwards in his chair.<strong>“I missed you at the beach. It is a shame; I could have introduced you formally to those gathered, although perhaps it is for the best. I would not like to appear presumptuous as to where you will make your home. You have a report about the farming hamlets for me?”</strong>