The lord was composed, nodding as he looked over his guest with keen eyes as if trying to observe her.  [b]"I would tell you not to be modest, but my little Zarva here-"[/b]  The lord patted his daughter affectionately a couple of times on the head, which she obviously thought was 'uncool' in front of her newest friend.  [b]"-has been obsessed with songs.  We've been trying to find some written down for her."[/b]

Whatever harshness this landscape had instilled in the lord broke down the moment he observed his little girl with a smile, bringing his hand back.  As he looked back to Isabella though, his usual expression returned.  [b]"I sent a small detachment - a knight and a couple regulars into one of the ruins recently.  We'd heard news they may have had some ancient knowledge ..."[/b]  For a moment the lord listened to the ever present, low rumble of the storm that filled the halls.  [b]"... I doubt they will return now though, given his fury.  May the Windmothers have mercy on them."[/b]

Seeing his daughter's face drop, the lord somewhat shifted gears.  [b]"I know not why you travel, but I'd be willing to offer you something in aid for your trip.  Treasure, information, perhaps a slave or two.  Zarva is precious to me, and if there is something in this ruin that will make her smile more then I want it for her."[/b]