Düen & Basco's Camp

Pretty much from the moment she stepped inside of the cave it was fairly clear that her peace offering was not needed. While they'd been building their settlement the dwarf had been plying his own trades. The outside of the camp had a basic smoker and drying rack with pelts that were being cured and meat being preserved. The interior had furniture, a sturdy bed piled high with furs, a few simple chests, even a chair and table. It was all a little rough since his only tool was an ax or what he could make but it was clear he'd worked quite hard.

However, he wasn't present in the cave. Who was present was the large black bear Basco who looks up as Uma enters. The animal letting out a low growl making it lear that she should not, in fact, have just walked into the cave without permission.

The bear did not follow her out and, to her dubious fortune, the dwarf she was looking for was returning to camp just as she emerged. Düen was carrying a stag around his shoulders that must have weighed at least a hundred pounds, though he gave no outward sign of effort at the weight. Though he did grunt when he slung it onto a wide flat rock that seemed to have been moved there for that very reason. This done he looks at her and scowls.

"Who are ya and what do ya want?"

"Considering that the last time she saw me, she was begging fish bones off me. Ye'd think she'd have assumed that." The dwarf grumbles as he turns back to the dear. He'd had all the things he normally carried with him, which when one was a ranger, including a hunting knife, carving knife, whetstone, flint and tinder, rope, a hatchet, bow, and his ax. Among a few other random sundries. He was an expert survivalist and could have gotten by without any of them but with them, he was basically playing the game on easy mode. Not surprising since he'd lived in the woods for more than a century and only ever traded for things not easy to make in the wild. Good strong alcohol and iron tools mostly.

"Yer settlement getting anywhere with a distillery? I can only ferment my own weak brew and stomach it for so long."

"Aye, few creatures around here that are a might bit strange. Let me know when you lot have anything worth trading fer."

The fact that the dwarf seemed to consider a distillery a priority was a bit amusing in a way. Taking out his hunting knife he gets to work dressing the dear without another word to the girl. He wasn't a big talker and if she had nothing else to add he wasn't going to ask any questions.

"Aye, where do you think things worth trading for come from?" Düen looks up at the girl and scowls at her. "Everything we create comes from nature lass. It's our time and effort taking it and turning it into something worth sharing that makes it worth trading." Gesturing about his camp, at everything he'd made in the few weeks they'd been here.

"As fer fishing, stick around. Ye can take some of the entrails fer bait." He gestures at the dear carcass he was skinning. The scrap meat from it was not something that he or Basco would eat unless desperate but it would prove to be excellent bait for her hook.

The dwarf doesn't comment on that just grunts. The grunt would tell Uma that he didn't think much of her excuse but he wasn't one to stand there arguing with her about their lack of progress. Instead, he just starts hucking entrails into a pit he'd clearly dug for the purpose. If you didn't have a use for the flesh you buried it deep to avoid attracting scavengers or predators to your camp.