Dragoncrest Cliffs there are echoes of thundering hooves

She spoke a strange tongue, stranger even compared to the Drageda wolf tongue, which he had grown used to. He hadn't met her yet, which meant that they would go through the "oh you can't talk" shtick once more. He shrugged at it, knowing that it would happen again and again so long as people keep coming in, or, really, so long as he was alive.

He nodded to her in greeting, his expression bright and welcoming to compensate for his muteness, as he always did.