004 [Audio] Backdated before Taer and Aureln's fight.
[Mutter, mutter, mutter, there's some quiet swearing at the familiar feminine tone of Demeleier's resident Paladin. If one listens closely, quiet bickering can be heard before the orc's hand moves away from the device, no longer muffling the sound. At first, he sounds pretty pissed.]
Fine! I had almost forgotten how stubborn you are, Paladin.
It has come to my attention that perhaps I have been far too focused on regaining my connection with the elements, or so someone thinks, and considering the time my friends have spent here, I suppose they make a decent argument about speaking more with humans. In addition, offering my services once more with crafting leather and furs into usable clothing, especially for the season. My supply is decent, and considering most humans are rather small, I should be able to provide something for most of you.
Money means little to me, considering the situation. If you truly feel like you owe me something, then bring back animals suitable for skinning, or if someone volunteers to train under me and learn the art. I'm sure you'd all like a few more options for clothing.
[A gloved hand covers the device once again, although listening closely again yields the voice of a particularly irritated orc.]
Satisfied?