~~~Dunbar, Scotland.~~~

Morwyn considered the man as he picked his way among the rocks towards her. She saw no signs of companions, no shadows, no sounds of footfalls or clanking or shifting clothing beyond what noise the man made. Satisfied that it wasn't some sort of trap, she relaxed, and perked up upon hearing his offer. "Cheese, did you say? Well in that case come and warm yourself," she said, walking the short distance back to her fire. "Funny the two of us meeting eh? Hailing from the same country and all." Morwyn idly tossed a branch on the waning fire, noticed the runes she had used earlier were still scratched into the sand, and so casually kicked them until they were gone. It was just bad practice to leave those sorts of things written down if you were done using them. She wondered how she could have honestly forgotten to get rid of them in the first place. Normally, she was very mindful about that sort of thing.

Shrugging off her carelessness she leaned against the cliff-rock. "What's a lone Irishman doing on this side of Scotland anyway? I thought I was the only one crazy enough to venture all the way out here, and then here you show up in the exact same place, most likely thinking the same thing of me."