Licen looked at the knight he was developing a sort, disdain, but he couldn't quite place why. Licen hadn't ever been one for religion and that much was a certainty, this did not mean he was not religious oh no but he never really did much towards it. To him crafting \and making things was the best way he could show appreciation to all the gods above for gifting him with the hands to make the creations which he so cherished. He wasn't sure about the knight but his own gods were those of the north; The gods of the forge, the gods of craft, the gods of fire and he gods of cold. it was to them he prayed. He prayed tot he god of the forge of the ability to keep his hands steady and to guide them in his creations. the gods of fire so that the heat he used was perfect to achieve what he required , the giods of cold for snow or ice water to temper his steel to near flawless shine and superb strength. THe gods of craft to allow his work to be as he envisioned, and allow his hand to never forget it's skill.
THough he had shit mant things hed on he still had a faint taste from the knight thwat he did not like, something about him made him seem more arrogant than a man of his sttion should be. Licen didn't like that at all.then suddenly the girls voice cut through the stunning silence and stillness of his mind. "could you hold Illivens reins then, please?" Licen pondered he had a horse of his own he knew how to keep them tame and under control. Then as the girl finished he next sentence he replied sharply and swiftly but not in an unkind manner. "Sure i see no harm in it and it will only be for e moment." Taking the lether reings of the horse into one of hiis enormous hands he signalled the girl that it would be ok to relinquish he vice like grip ion the horse. "I shall wait here with andreciel untill you return." His hard stern face and cold manned mad him seem like the very north from which he hailed.
( OOC: sorry for the short post trying to move things along)