Gorgeous? Did the woman just call Fenra and herself gorgeous? 

A bit confounded by the choice of words, Fenra made a clicking sound as the hunter from before came back. Taiga looked to him. "What does the elder want?"

"They can trade. They must leave all their weapons at the entrance. They will be searched for security. They'll get them when they leave," said the hunter in the common tongue. "Those are the conditions. Unless they prove hostile, they'll keep their lives."

Looking back to the strangers, Taiga regarded the bold stranger then the gentler stranger who was half-turned away. "If you can do without your weapons you're free to trade," Taiga said. "Commerce remains of some importance even in conflict. Just mind your manners."

Fenra regarded the two with suspicion. She didn't like this. Both women seemed seasoned. She supposed it was expected from wanders and loners. "We'll be watching," she said to the two as she motioned to the village. "This is Raekyth."

Giving her friend a look, Taiga motioned for the two women to follow her. "We'll take your weapons at the gate. You'll get them back when you leave. All of them."