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“No,” she answers. There isn’t much she knows about Saltwinter except what she’d learned earlier with the male she’d met from there. Information she will use on her own time, whatever purpose the other woman has for asking. Thuringwethil isn’t able to piece together a group scent from her, either, with the wind blowing against her favor and the salt taking up most of what she’s able to detect. There isn’t anyone else with her, either, as far as she can tell, and Dio hasn’t mentioned anything he’s picked up either.

The stranger asks about her companion and Thuringwethil looks back, for only a second, to see where Dio stands in relation to her. A distance behind them, but present enough to be counted.

“Dio, my guard. I am Thuringwethil, commander of Sleeping Dragon,” she explains. “Who are you?”