Beren watched her talk and even though it wasn't too farfetched of an explanation, he found he was pleasantly surprised. She was kind of cute talking about her interests, as well. He wished he had been able to get some sort of diploma or certification from a university, but his old master had always told him it was a worthless piece of paper and wisdom was valuable in and of itself. He was right of course, but it still kept him from gaining access to certain libraries up north. Not the marches, but the north in general. He still had to remind himself not to call Andred and Vrettonia and the kingdoms south of the Dragonback 'The North' up here. But to him, it was all pretty far above where he had been born. 

"Most people I meet tend not to have goals, much less auspicious ones." He admitted with a smile. "That's actually pretty cool." 

The warmth of the fire and the fine talk (coupled with his tiredness) were relaxing, and Beren found himself loosening up. "I promised an old friend I would deliver an item to a tomb. Not one like the tombs we've seen. It's in a mountain further north, near the Frostfalls. At least that's what I'm told."

"Deliver something to a tomb?" She asked, somewhat incredulously. 

"Uh..." He started, and decided it didn't harm anything to tell her. "Well he's a Dwarf and I gave him my word. He couldn't come with me. He had other obligations." 

"You're a Dwarf-Friend then... like actually one." She reasoned, as impressed with him as he was with her. Dwarves weren't the rarest creature, but they were the oldest race on the planet and keepers of many secrets. The mere fact Beren knew any of the language was something even the old greybeards in the academies would be taken aback by, not to mention they would pay handsomely to find out some of his knowledge. 

"I am," he chuckled, somewhat embarrassed himself. He leaned back and reached behind him to pull out the axe she had seen him hold earlier. It did not look like more than a simple, battle-worthy hand-axe earlier. He handed it to her. The haft was slightly less than a meter long and finely made, wrapped in crimson leather over what seemed to be steel coating over stout wood. Along its back was a thread embroidered with gold coloring. The axe had a bearded blade, carved in the shape of a Dragon's maw, and a stout but sharp spike at its back. Most impressively, the blade was made of Baldr. An exceedingly rare metal, though not quite as valuable as Valdium for certain items that required more finesse and magic. It was a metal only the Dwarves knew how to shape, and it was the most durable metal known on the planet. Along its head were runes, though it didn't seem like they provided any real enchantments to the item. 

"When we get out of here, we should get to Helmguart as soon as possible," He said as he let her look the item over. "After that, I'll be going to Iskura next, unless you need help doing something else?" 

They hadn't exactly made a partnership, but he did want to give her a chance if she wanted him to tag along somewhere. Maybe it was just him giving an excuse to hang around the woman, but either way. He was the wandering type, so he was used to meeting and then leaving if it came to it.