Dragoncrest Cliffs Grace is just weakness

He watched her strangely, not used to someone being so open when approaching the lands of another. Although he rolled with it, giving a casual smile. He appreciated her submission and made it easier for him to trust her words. Although he remained guarded, alert even. Meeting strangers at the border was nothing new, and it reminded one to keep up appearances.

"A scout, that would make sense." Sarcasm was evident in his tone, but his remains smile indicated it was without malicious intent. Cecil remained apprehensive though, dispite his easygoing exterior. "This is Dragoncrest, the clan of Drageda lives within." This was what he assumed she came looking for, and was the only information she would be leaving with.