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Wraen, she introduced herself enthusiastically, she was equally as friendly as her big goof Slavik. And she was talkative, she asked about his journey but in a theatrical and charismatic manner. He couldn’t help but smile and let out a light chuckle. None, none, and surprisingly none! I really should get on that, he played along with a charismatic grin. His blonde furred chest puffed out as he took in a deep breath, catching her scent on the wind. It was familiar somehow, but he didn’t remember her. He would’ve remembered Wraen for sure, so why did he know her scent?

So what are you doing out here? Looking for dragons? he asked playfully, silently hoping that she might say something hinting at why he recognized her scent.