Releasing a booming laugh Treekle thumped Esailia’s lower hip good naturedly, holding a wide grin under his red beard. “That’s the way to treat old duffers who lord about, when they demand you hold the flaming coals high you ask them to give it a try. That’ll keep his pride smarting for some time, hohoho, hehehe. You’re a good lass Esailia, a good and sharp lass for sure. Hahaha!”

	The dwarf near doubled over in his spurt of good humor, even going so far as to slap his thigh amidst his guffaws. He quieted down when Rintor began talking once more, and despite his earlier teasing Treekle recognized a wise man, who, for all his quirks would be a valuable asset on their journey. Besides, Rintor was right. They had brought an unholy amount of warriors on an expedition which was about discovery and diplomacy, of course practical things like finding safe places to camp, and scouting was the first thing on the agenda instead of the more expertise concerns like research. The dwarf could add nothing to that discussion except minor points, his own talents being much more refined.

	Treekle’s thoughts were interrupted by Rhen, at whom the dwarf raised a bushy red eyebrow. “That’s a bit presumptuous don’t you think elf, I mean changeling, I mean, ah, you.” He pointed his stubby finger at Rhen to clarify. “Here we are in a whole new world of opportunity and you give orders demanding, a [i]bath?[/i] Your mind must be a dazzling pool of brilliance to be so focused on priorities.”



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