"I'm here. I have something to discuss with you, as well." The War Mistress hobbled forward on her cane, while Kase stood respectfully behind her. Colin had never seen the Half-Orc stand so formally; usually, the guy had terrible posture, never standing or sitting still.
Edwin hesitated for a moment, seemingly surprised that this War Mistress could speak the Common Language so well.
"Alright. I assume this is about a place for your people to live?"
"I'm listening."
"We will allocate a piece of land to you. To be specific, the Weston Clan will portion out a plot from the lands under their jurisdiction. You will be free to live on that land—to hunt, to farm, or to do anything else you wish."
"Those are very good terms," the War Mistress said with a nod. "But what's the price?"
