Brunhilda raises her eyebrows at Moss's tactlessly honest comments, seeming to be still dazed as she extracts her payment from his purse before handing the pouch back to him.  She shakes her head and turns back to the elf again, regarding him with almost as much disdain as he regards her.<br/><br/>"Shall I wrap up the bread to go then?"  The dwarf sighs, seeing the elf has not moved to the touch the bread.  Before he can even answer, she's already produced a clean white cloth from her apron and begins to wrap the small loaf of bread in it before handing it off to the elf.  The elf nods in thanks, not saying the words, just a simple nod.<br/><br/>"Right then...follow me," The elf sighs, yet again sounding annoyed as he leads the two adventurer's outside of Burnhilda's Bread, the wooden sign swinging rapidly as the elf's shoulder brushes against it, being of about a head and a half taller than the expected height for the doorway and the sigh.  He sneers a little, brushing something unseen off his shoulder before continuing down the main road, expecting the adventurers to follow.  Business is surely starting to pick up in the small dwarvish settlement as the sound of anvils grows and the trio passes by several blacksmithing and metalsmithing work shops, very few other shops in the area to sell different wares, but they do pass a couple of farms selling the harvest they grow in the fields beyond the settlement.<br/><br/>Coming to the end of the road, the elf approaches a grand old thick oak tree that grows at the edge of the Dul Kuldor.  Reaching into another pouch on his person, the elf produces a scroll and unfurls it, reaching out a hand as he speaks the arcane language scripted on the scroll.  Slowly a portal begins to open on the oak tree as he casts<strong>Transport Via Plants</strong>through the spell scroll, the single use of the spell burning the parchment away with druidic arcane energy before it is complete.<br/><br/>"Quickly now, it only lasts a short time," The elf commands, running through the portal himself, a very clear image through the center of the tree of a beautiful vineyard on the other side.