As Jalna dragged herself to her feet, the dwarf eyed her suspiciously, watching her next move. When she insisted on leaving though the man furrowed his brows and looked back and forth between the girl and his camp, torn between paranoid suspicion and his conscience. He finally shook his head, standing up, stepping past the bonfire.<br/><br/>"Wait just a moment, ye crazy lass." he called out. "Ye don't have the road in ye, can tell that much just by looking at ye." he spoke, having a difficult time expressing himself. "Meself was burned in the past for trusting blindly, but if ye leave now, ye'll just collapse or be torn to pieces by wild animals. Ye be helping no one." he stated the last part, which Jalna also suspected already. "If it means so much to ye, ol' Belaim has something that can save yer kin, or give them time to move or fight. 'Tis precious however, and can't give it freely, even if I want to help ye, desperate lass. Ye have nothing to trade, and I won't ask for what ye wouldn't give me willingly..." at the mention of that the barbarian could feel him aware of her nudity even more, but he carried on without giving it another thought. Apparently he wasn't going to exploit her current state, even if by his own admission, it's been a while for him. "...but this old smith been alone for years and near crazy from isolation. Could use a strong arm around me forge or pretty voice in me cabin, if only for a while." Apparently this hole wasn't the permanent residence of the dwarf.<br/><br/>Belaim, hopefully having her attention for the moment stepped towards his pack and started to dig around in it, searching for something. He didn't move for his weapon and tried to move slowly to show he wasn't about attack or ambush the weary girl, then again in her state he might not had to if his intentions were treacherous. After a minute of going through his backpack, he pulled a small object from it, clutching in his hand.<br/><br/>"If ye swear, to be in me service for a year and a day, ye'll be fed, given clothes, a roof, work at me forge and more importantly I imagine, this here." he offered, opening his hand and holding a small silver figurine of a raven. He lifted it to his face, then with a hand forming a cone before his mouth whispered something to it, causing the item to start and grow to the size of a real bird, and start moving, perching on Belaim's shoulder.<br/><br/>"In the past, me fellows used these birds to carry messages. Crazy ol' Belaim kept this one. It can deliver any message ye want and fly tirelessly for hours to wherever ye tell it to, if ye know the command word." he explained. A faint memory or feeling of deja vu stirred in Jalna, as if she heard of this before already in the past. Her mother used to tell her stories of city folk and how things used to be, and while most of that seemed far-fetched fairy tales in the harsh life of a barbarian tribe, the girl remembered some of it, if only as distant memories shelved as unnecessary information.