Hugi couldn't think of any good words for her statement about her uncle, as it was likely not many of their countrymen could compare to the Summerland folk when it came to words. He'd come across more than a handful that knew how to words things for their own benefit, and had turned down jobs for such a reason. "Hope we find him well enough when we do go." Hugi uttered before her last words were cut off. The huge man slowly turned his gaze to the elf, the helm not giving the newcomer anything more than his eyes. He took in the appearance of his equipment first, the cloak earning a second look at before looking to the elf's features. The small sigh that escaped him the only sign of apprehension he would give. "Can't promise a warm bed or drink every night. Food is easy enough to hunt up away from town, and a fire's always needed to cook." He mused while sparing a glance to Maude. He wasn't going to shy away from help, but the newcomer needed to be fair warned about the conditions.