Rannhilde was outwardly quiet as she walked back to her room. The room he was lending her. After he fed her and her companions. Again.
He was certainly a generous man. Rannhilde could see that. His people seemed happy, his walls stout and well-defended. But walls…not the open plains Rannhilde knew. Guards, not a warrior who did his own fighting.
There was, at least, a possibility. But if it failed, the group could be in trouble. Rannhilde would have to speak to them as well. Perhaps Chu’a could be of help…