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Company met him in good time and he sunk to the ground before she reached him, greeting her with a low bow and exposed neck - the only way proper for a stranger to posture at the feet of an unfamiliar pack. He made quick work to assess the woman through the corner of his eye. She commanded respect, and certainly carried herself like a matron of the land - severed tail, missing ear, and all.

“Good morning, m’lady,” his voice bounced along, lively and spry. Her appearance delighted and unnerved him the same - curious for the battles it told, yet pained for the horrors she must have suffered. He decided to ask on none of this. “Do pardon my interruption. I was merely passing by when I caught wind of your pack, and couldn’t help but wonder to the company who lived here.” He grinned then, albeit the smile felt a touch contorted with his face so pressed to the ground. “M’name’s Iovan, by the way. Iovan Theyn, ranger and scout.”