Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

Proper men. While perhaps not intentional, perhaps meant to frighten or intimidate her, test her; the redwoman speaks as if she is selling a shiny new luxury to her. Maleah's teeth glitter in the waning sunlight as her smile stretches.
And then, a brother.
Sobo, his name was.
I'm sorry to hear that, she shuffles, clinical in her own delivery, which she frankly dislikes. But there was little she could offer for grief. There was no medicine. So she then adds; I'm sure it's not easy to carry on in his absence. I wish there was more I could do aside from, um, try to help where I can.
Peaceful, sheltered, isolated; this drew a question from Maleah, this time with a curious tilt of ragged ears. What do most pursue here, if they aren't... warriors? genuine, as honey-lemon eyes search for answers within the evergreen of Mireille's.