Brakka was… well, you honestly didn’t know how to describe him. You didn’t know if he liked you, hated you, tolerates you, whatever. He told you that you could stop by his hideout even if you weren’t talking business, but was that him being weirdly polite? You didn’t know. You quietly walked into his hideout below the inn, noticing him looking over some kind of notes or map. He looked up and saw you.

“Oh, it’s you. Why’re you here today?”