Smith had heard of Resugent from his friend, Windsor Hamlock. Windsor was away, and had been for quite some time, so he couldn’t check with Windsor first, but he and his other friends hatched a plan together.
Smith began the trek to Resugent’s keep (going from West to East until he found him). Smith knew he’d be safe among the Earthers because, after all, he was Earther. The thought, of course, made him laugh. The laughter made his bright green eyes shine brighter, the smile barely affecting his olive colored skin. So he searched until he found Lord Resugent.
“Lord Resugent, I have heard of you and your exploits from a dear and close friend of mine, Windsor Hamlock. I come on his behalf, offering to help. But it’s not with my own two hands that my help will be best. No. My friends are friends with the Olgog of Brez. Your people have a skill they desire, the ability to Heal through the use of your prayers. Their kind have the ability to dig your tunnels to protect against the Flamewinds, erect strong towers of stone, dig reservoirs, and do a whole bunch of things that your faith often prevents you from doing. I can broker a deal, if you wish.”
(ooc- meant to happen once you return from Tla’loc’al)