An amused glance at the correlation to her old home. She might've compared it to Dxun on steroids, given the Moon's propensity for harboring the more rank creatures of Onderon but Aver's experience with the place remained unknown. Qui had never taken her there herself. The point was neither here nor there - the Merc would find out just how violent Thral was in due time.
The fact that she hadn't already was, frankly, somewhat alarming. Quiet day today.
Tossing the remainder of the jerky to the ground for the crab armor to tussle over, Qui waited for the pieces to disembark from her figure and quietly snuck Dhaladii an extra piece before being setting it on the ground.
This is just temporary, Quietus explained as they walked a path to the foot of a large tree. There were no ladders, footholds, stairs ... nothing to get to a landing several dozen feet high,
while I scope out a location for a larger permanent home. She strode away from the base of the tree and moved to another nearby, unwinding a length of coiled and braided vines from around its base. Several carved wooden stirrups hung clanking together at the bottom; she hitched her foot through one, lifting a hand to hold just higher than her own head on the vines. A hand motioned to Aver to do the same and once the Merc was secured hand-and-foot she reached to unhook a secondary length of taught vines from another branch.
Through a system of weighted pulleys the pair of women began their ascent through the branches, coming to a stop at the landing halfway up the tree. A gesture indicated for Aver to make her way up the wooden rampway leading up around the massive trunk.
