"Precisely, my friend." He tips his brandy glass to her in solidarity, in understanding. In thanks as well, although he rarely puts thanks into words more than once during the course of a conversation. No, no: he prefers to express gratitude in other ways, but there is the small matter of the dog and the curious blade, and while he has never subscribed to the concept that discretion is the better part of valor, he knows its use.

"There is much at this place to explore. You have provided me with an excellent introduction." There are some things, though, that a person -- human or elven or even dwarven -- must do for himself, and acquainting himself with the layout, the surroundings, these are things he has yet to do. With a bow, he gives a final pat to Dogmeat and when he stands, he nods to his companion.

"Until we meet again."