"No." He repeated, finished with a building near the wider end of the glen that could be used as a sort of barrack or inn. Slowly, he moved further inward, passed Kire, leaning on what was currently his walking stick. "Just a lot to say about you. Primarily that she, [i]they[/i]  never thought you'd ask for help. Or that I would agree."

Here might be good for a sort of communal kitchen. Near enough to wear Kire planted the pantry. They could alter it later into a tavern when the town grew. He lowered his stick again and began drawing. "She asked about Envy." He offered in answer to an unasked question.