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Ike - that was the man's name - did not appear to be dangerous, therefore Dwin made the decision to cautiously unroll and slide out of her hiding place, stretching her stiff limbs and spine in the process. Though she was very hungry, she did not oblige on the offer to take the food right away. Mom had taught not only to not follow strangers to strange places, but also be careful, when accepting food gifts from people she did not know. There were wild legends about people being fed cursed stuff and being turned into various beings. Not of their choice - let's be clear of that.

"Nice to meet you, Ike of Kvarsheim," she dipped her muzzle politley. "I am Dwin from Bercheliant. That's not near here," perhaps, it was not wise to tell that she was all on her own and far away from home, but still. "Food does not come for free. What do you want in exchange?" she asked, testing the waters for any possible vile tricks.