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She doesn't fuss over Frank in an obvious way, but she does touch his arm, and some unspoken married-brain communication transpires.

"Hmmph"

Gwen having come down from protection mode says "We're of Silverwolf" To Brekke "I'm.. a fledge, Gwen. And this is Briar. We're under Baron Aiden Ap Ailil"

Brekke nods in response to Frank's grunt.

"Aw, shit. I forgot my funnel cakesh." A disappointed scowl as she glances over to where the vestiges have been picked clean by scavenger birds. And she nods at what Gwen says. "Yeah, and he'sh tough too, and if you want trouble, you'll get it." She glowers at the guards, just in case. It's... well. One gets a shiver of intimidation, but then remembers you could hold her at arm's length in the air, and it's less effective.

"Silverwolf," Brekke says, her brow furrowing slightly. "Where is Baron Aiden?"

"He's possibly entering yearlings in the yearling races.. at least I think so." Gwen says "Oh, you're the Chieftan, pardon I forgot to bow" BOW

Brekke accepts the bow with a nod, though she seems slightly uncomfortable about it. "I will advise him about the aid you granted Sir Franklyn. Thank you, Gwen and Briar."

"Oh right. Lodge" A blush and instead of bowing, she puts a hand over her heart. Someone is teaching her trollish ways

A flicker of eyebrow...impressed?...and another nod, returning the gesture.

"And you're most welcome."

Briar gives a gruff nod at hearing the title. "Can we get more funnel cakesh now? Or shome meat?" Hoping that out of sight, they will be out of mind.

With that, Brekke and Frank (Team Taciturn) move away in quiet discussion.

"Who was that anywaysh?" She narrows an eye up at Gwen, having noticed that Brekke apparently didn't need an introduction.

A low whisper "That was Chieftain Brekke Shacklebreaker. She's like some supertroll. I don't know if she's like t he result of some weird dreaming breeding program, or drank from a river i nthe deep dreaming that contained the souls of a dozen trolls, but she's like a legend according to the thanes. Even they are impressed. I mean, their faces emoted." In a conspiratorial tone

And a pause "Of course, one of them wants a chance to spar against her some day, but that's bonkers"

"Shacklebreaker? I didn't think she was REAL." A snort, and she responds, "It can't all be true. Maybe she killed a buncha other trollsh and took their titles." She sounds intrigued by this idea. "Hey, can I have a title? I can be "Briar BALL-BUSTER."

"Well, we'll have to get the paperwork for a proper bad ass honorific..." She says with a straight face

"Awwww, PAPERWORK. Ferget it! Are those TURKEY LEGS? I want two!"

"BIG turkeys.. I think they killed Big Bird geez" She moves to see.

It would appear they are EMU legs. An idea inspired by Hearth Kerri

Eyes WIDE. "I still want two...." But she sounds perhaps a little intimidated.

"This maybe a new expereince for you,Briar. LEft overs"

"Hot damn!"

"Are you gonna fight in the melee?"

"You want them fried, grilled, Roast, or BBQ?"

"I'm a fledge. I ..think there's a fledge competition" She says Unsure "I'll ask

"

She is tempted to say one of each, but even her pocket of extorted items won't go very far if she eats 50lbs of emu at the first go. "Fried and BBQ, and I get your bone when you're done."

"Bone Shnapper." She tries that one out.

Clacking her teeth, and looking amused.

"Sure..you get the bone" A nod

The man smiles and prepares them to perfection.

Then calls out "Kerri's Thighs! A recipe sure to please! Kerri's thighs! THICC and juicy, try a drumstick that was inspired by the master! Take a bite out of Kerri's Thighs"

Briar is starving - but as one learns, just being constantly hungry doesn't necessarily mean you always have ROOM. She makes a valiant effort into the first leg before flagging. "We should check out the booths before the good shtuff is gone." Not giving up! Taking a break!

"Can we look at the souviners NOT meant to be eaten"

"Fine." She huffs. And they wander off, to menace the poor vendors "What's THAT?!" With sticky BBQ fingers.

"DELICATE is what it is..."

(And so it goes)