briief would the others have to wait before the sage himself would trapeze the borders, lost within his own thoughts at the time as the akhlut padded along. a beast six feet tall at the should and a good fifteen feet long, his jaws splitting wide to yawn. abrupt the scents that crossed his maw, jaws snapping shut as he brought himself to the border where their visitors awaited.

gaze sliding over jadeire, an approving nod given her way as he turned his gaze to the collection of draconic feline, domestic feline and hellhound, hiding his amusement at the wariness of the gray tom. she had spoken the necessary questions, he would simply stand there as an enforcer to her words. drawing in their scent, his eyes would narrow the slightest - his merchants had told him of the presence of another group closer to their borders than any other group upon the island, and here they stood before him. when the merchants had passed by, they'd said something of a draconic creature being the head, though rumor had it that he'd been much larger. gaze flicking between damion and arlo before settling on arlo, "... greetings. what brings you to the edge of frostblown territory, travelers.", he would finally utter.

Amused the huff that left the akhlut. Merchants were an odd bunch, following trails their predecessors had followed. Rumors and legends were the spoken common tongue from them, trade done in words few understood truly. Though his own group was based upon trade, he would hold private his thoughts and feelings on merchants.

"You're looking at him. My name is Auberon, Sage of the Frostblown. What can we help you with, The Golden Eye?", he could only presume that the name was of the group that they hopefully hailed from. Exhaling as he looked at Jadeire, tail flicking as he felt Horizon join them, fixing his gaze back on Arlo.

"The pleasure is mine, Arlo Maximus", he would rumble before tipling his head deeper into their territory. The snows were still present, there were few months where it left this land. "Follow me, we can speak in my hut.", he would chuff in answer as he turned to lead the way back to their camp.

Business was best handled somewhere comfortable. He hid his disgruntled feelings about not having offered a place to converse earlier on. There was always something to improve upon. Swiping his tongue over his jaws, he would let his gaze flick to Horizon and Jadeire, "We would be willing to shelter you for the night as well. The mountains are dangerous when the sun is swallowed, even for those who know them by heart.", he would offer softly. It wasn't quite an offer, nor a threat. He wouldn't give them a guide to leave the territory when they eventually took their leave. Their potential allies needed to prove their own wits and strengths to him, to further confirm if he would accept an allied relationship with them. "Are those who accompany you, your advisors, Arlo? It may be best to summon my own if they are to be in conversation with us."