Raffey looked over at the feminine voice, his hands continuing to work, cutting flesh from skin. He'd never caught this one's name, or if he had, he'd already forgotten it. His eyes studied her for a long while, trying to discern more about her. Clearly she was some sort of dragon, like the tales of old, but not quite. Maybe she was a halfbreed or some sort of accident gone wrong. He'd seen her drawing and taking notes throughout the journey. Perhaps she was a cartographer. Except this was known land to most. Some sort of academic that was for sure. 

With as many of the tents he'd seen her enter, she was clearly a woman with tastes similar to his own. Not terribly picky, can find the fun and beautiful in anyone, yes, much like himself. She had quite the exotic look, voluptuous, with meat on her bones that he liked. Many of the women he'd spent time with in Ebonfort were slender. After finishing his long, hard look at her, [color=fff200][b]"Nah needt fah a trade. Ya can ea' wit meh. Waste nah, wan' nah an' all dat."[/b][/color]

He beckoned her over with a half smile, before remembering something, [color=fff200][b]"Doe, eef yah go' some wine, mayhap we share, no?"[/b][/color] He continued to cut away strips of meat, long cuts, before hanging them over a nearby branch. He cut down a few more branches and began rigging a make-shift spit. This was a still spit though, not a rotating one, with a few extra rods, set above the fire. He then dangled the meat over the sticks, adjusting them several times, taking in a deep whiff of the newly cooking meat. 

He leaned back, looking around the camp, wanting to smile, but his heart just couldn't quite let him. He was a terribly distracted man, dazed and distant. Mumbling somewhat, [color=fff200][b]"Aye 'ope she okay.." [/b][/color]