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A hostile pack member approached, and Ovaltine immediately took several strides back with the harsh greeting. He was about to turn around and high-tail it out of there (he lacked confrontation skills), when the other asked him a question instead of outright chasing him off. "Nothing hostile, I assure you," Ovaltine replied calmly. He had no reason to piss off the locals. In fact, he intended to charm them in any way that he could. Friends were far better than enemies to a wandering soul like himself. In fact, he had never understood hostility. Sure, he'd had to save his own skin a few times, but he had never instigated such atrocities.

"My name is Ovaltine Driftwood. Does this place have a name?" he asked. It had been his go-to greeting for the past two years, and he saw no reason to change it. More often than not, he was granted an answer. It lacked the directness of asking the interrogator his or her own name, and allowed them to reveal as much or as little as they wished. If they had no interest in giving out any kind of information, he would simply be on his way.