The only weapons Rainca bears that Rurik isn't likely to have seen are the brace of kukri that she wears on her thigh, and a pale, ivory colored dagger bound to her arm. The spears, arrows and axes, while numerous, are rather ordinary - though very well maintained and decorated with Barav Kree designs. The young dwarf finds himself suddenly under the warrior woman's piercing, hawk's gaze when his curious eyes wander to the knife on her arm. She stares him down for a moment and turns away in a fluttering of sashes and a clatter of beads.
"Rainca admires Warrior Eusebius' integrity," the lean barbarian woman, sketches a brief bow, touching fingers to brow and chest, "And thinks that he will find he already knows The Laugher, but perhaps by a different name."
She reluctantly returns to the pleasant interior of the Mortalist's hospice. She climbs onto a chair in the corner, perching on the high back, her feet resting on the seat as Jenrald returns with a chief's ransom in magics. Rainca's eyebrows climb as she assesses the value of what he rather unceremoniously dumps on the table.
She catches Jenrald's eye and holds up her flute. She kisses it and holds it out to Jenrald, "Rainca's promise to the hoar-suns keeps her from offering more for the Mortalist's uru dey." She smiles, eyes bright and sharp, "She will return one day to settle the debt properly." Forestalling any argument with a sharp glance, she begins to play a mournful tune as the others sort who gets what.
"Rainca would ask for a potion or one of the curum sticks - healing wands."
She pauses thoughfully, "Amongst the Barav Kree," she begins again, not noticing the rolling eyes of many of the Hoar Suns, "The swiftest warriors are the bearers of healing magics," she raises her gaze to Skeeter, "So that they may quickly bring The Mother's touch to the fallen. Rainca would bet her axe," she pats the careworn hilt of the wicked battle axe hanging at her hip, "That she is the swiftest of the warriors here."
Her eyes fall appraisingly on Eusebius and she shrugs, "Though Rainca knows she is not amongst her people, and if there is other wisdom, she will listen to it."