"Sounds like a solid plan Dun Riel" he said with smile to Alit, she was one of the few people he felt at ease around her being Mer helped him feel less different in this land of men. he took in a deep breath of the cool sea air it was a moment of peace that Velan sorely missed but alas this was life now. Velan drew his bow and ran a finger down the smooth tread it was a familiar feeling 

  that reminded him of old hunts and merry times of revelry and drink, " i hope they have more than this stale ale these nords drink."
he chuckled as he put his bow back over his shoulder and turned his attention to the group.