<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/ad/43/b6ad43aa58e2c2805d206eaecaf9a9d3.jpg)</div>Location: Snakeskin Inn<br/>Tagging: Twin<br/><br/><strong>"I'm quite aware. Don't you worry."</strong>Clara read the letter smiling and remembering her time with her friend. It was good to know she was doing well and stretching her wings.<br/><br/><strong>"Mister Twin, I'm afraid you are going to have to accept a compromise. There's some personal details and Gundren would not want me to break the trust of his kinfolk now would he. I'd be a bad friend to both he and Kathra. I would think it reasonable to tell you of some of the things she spoke of."</strong>Clara folds up the letter and sliding it into her pocket.<br/><br/><strong>"Adrik, Kathra's youngest, has gotten an apprenticeship as a mason in Eartheart. She is now of course not so tightly bound by the responsibilities of obligation to her children. Her house and pasture put to lease and she aims to travel for a spell."<br/><br/>"She would like to meet up with myself, which I am entirely agreeable to. She is headed here and lets me know of Gundren's connection to her late husband Harsk. It seems she intends to potentially discuss possible business opportunities with Gundren. Since you are the bearer of the letter and an agent of her kin saying this much is reasonable but any more would be improper. I hope Gundren isn't too grumpy with you. Any questions?"</strong>She smiles over at Twin but stays by the open door.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Location: The Open Road<br/><strong>"Dwarves are too proper to call each other such a thing perhaps... though I suspect a certain widower would not dispute it. But I am no dwarf- well I can play the role better than some- but at heart I wastrel so I can say what they can not."</strong>Her crooked smile lingered as she gave a little wiggle while the dwarven woman's arm went around her waist. Clara leaned her neck forward planting a light kiss with her pink lips on the dwarven woman's forehead.<br/><br/>Looking towards Burdock she whispers.<strong>"Well I'd know Burdock best of those here. He was until recently forced to fight in the gladiatorial arena... with the help of the crowd behind him he survived. He had quite the winning streak but as his star began to fall it seems the cost of his freedom came down. A slave no longer he makes his own fate and fortune now. He's quite serious and focused on the task at hand... he has quite the chiselled form after his time in the arena. Not that a dwarven lady like you could ever give voice to that."</strong>She gave a little giggle.