Northstar Vale Let's just hurt tonight

His gaze zeroed in on her ochre eyes, much like his own, as she stared and took him in.  It was something he was used to — he towered over most of the petite women (and most of the men) in Keening Sound. She warmed up quickly, though, something he was not used to, and her friendly disposition painfully reminded him of Keet.  He shifted his weight and dipped his head at her greeting, unsure of what to say.

What an accent!  Sure.  Perhaps it would give him time to figure out why she was here — she did not smell of the Vale but she did not act like someone who was trespassing, either.  What brought you to Northstar Vale?

His words are sharp, cutting through the easy silence that had surrounded them and although they're meant in a kind manner the brute is not good with manners.