Redtail Rise black flies on the windowsill

She did not smell as strongly of the wilds as he suspected he did and there was plenty to infer from that. It was hard to miss the muddled collection of scents in the air as it came, even when one did not actively search for it. She was a pretty, young thing; how nice it must have been to be seemingly well-adjusted to carry such traits.

It was an easy demeanor to match, nevertheless.

"I'm Dirge," he introduced, "and it seems we're out looking for the same things." Exploring was a useful thing to do, and well fun just went hand in hand with it at times. It was more fun to do it for themselves than for others at the very least though he didn't spare a thought if she was out for herself or not.

"Found anything good around here? I haven't taken the chance to see all from one place to the other, but I'm willing to venture a guess you're more familiar with this valley than I." At that point, he would have settled for good food and shelter. Company was a perk, however brief they came along. He had travelled alone this time.