Ysaryn shook her head, going to make boil some water in order to make tea for them. "I know of Heart Festival, yes. Every end of winter. Sometimes good food. Mostly grabby drunks." She stated indifferently. "Next time, you bring squid back, yes?"

The mention of Lord Itallo's name, however, made the elf nearly drop the kettle into the flames. Ruli jolted, as he would have been caught in the ember's spattering, and looked up curiously. Ysaryn hissed, her expression dark. "I know of [i]Lord[/i] Itallo." The elf answered. "He is a man with two faces. Neither is your friend, but one pretends to be."

Ruli turned his head to glance curiously at Kire, then cleared his throat. "I was thinking of exploring the edges of the mountains for water. Fish. A place to build."
Ysaryn turned her head and glared at him. She knew he was saying something to get her to unclench, pulling the conversation away from Itallo. But, after consideration, she took the bait. "I will go!" She declared. "Look for a place for my people, too."