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A female approached him, a leader by the looks of it. Her coat was a deep brown with a dusting of white upon her shoulders. She was stocky, but did not lack the curves of a proper lady. When she prompted him with a question, he was taken aback. "Forward, aren’t you?" he asked. He hadn't realized that she was talking of the mountain, instead falling back on the assumption that she was talking about herself. He took her instantly for the flirtatious type.

"I do like that in a lady," he beamed. She certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, either, and he made that apparent with his interest in her. "Although my main concern was acquiring the name of this lovely mountain. My name is Ovaltine Driftwood." One snippet of information for another. And if she wasn't keen to give it up, the wanderer would wander on.