"Huh. Guess I didn't get the message. My orders haven't changed over the last few years: recruit throughout the South on my own," He offers vaguely with a dismissive shrug before reaching out to grasp the elf's forearm in return.

This time Blackwall's laughter is genuine, unguarded and full, if a little embarrassed.

"I suppose, I set myself up for that one," He says, still chuckling. "Supply caches. Right. Well, I don't mind helping you look, if you don't mind the company. Though, at this point, anything left behind might be under water."