Lysa listened to the man's request, and at Bram's request for a weapon, she made another gesture with her hands. Immediately, those surrounding her all drew their weapons, driving them into the dirt in front of him. A variety of swords, spears, and bladed weaponry flew through the air and surrounded Bram like an armory had grown out of the dirt and sand. The blazing heat of the Peaks seemed to be dying now, as a cool breeze washed over them. Clouds of dirt whipped up as the wind whistled by, stinging the skin by bringing up particles of sand and rocks. The overhead sun had since vanished behind one of the many rocky spires, and a dark shadow began to creep over the encampment.<br/><br/>"I will send a guide with you. It will be dark soon," Lysa insisted, implying that Bram get a move on.<br/><br/>"Or do you have something else in mind?" She asked, very curious to hear what he had to say. Not many men would still have the nerve to make so many requests before her, especially once she had laid out her terms.<br/><br/>"Is there a problem?" Lysa asked one more time, her gaze fixed on Bram.