Wendell gazed up at the young mage and his expression was quite conflicted.  It was obviously hard for him not to be suspicious, but it was also clear he wanted to believe what she was saying.  This was likely the first time such a pretty girl had talked to him in so friendly a manner in a very long while.  "You want to hire him, is that what you mean?  What sort of pay are you talking about anyways?  He didn't want no one interrupting him, and last time I went against him…"<br/><br/>He scowled darkly at some memory perhaps, and a bit of that darkness continued to glint in his eye as something Leanna said finally registered.  "Girl.  What about a girl?  Why would you be asking after her?  Sir Grell's a handsome man, lots of silly women throw themselves at him.  Doesn't mean we know where she is and, even if she<em>is </em>with him, it'd be by choice, no doubt."  He took a swig from his mug, voice suspicious again.  "Someone put you up to asking me?  That delusional old cripple of a blacksmith maybe?"