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He mentioned a son who wanted to become an Outrider. She didn't make a verbal reply, though her expression seemed to say, What a good idea. It was the one trade she had never doubted since its selection. If and when she shuffled her remaining trades, she would probably come to think of it as her primary, even if it was her most recent.

Wildfire wondered what prompted the comment about being a lowly Counselor but, again, he distracted her with a question. "I don't think there's much lore yet," the teenager replied honestly. "It's only been around a month or two. The Sunspire and Stavanger Bay decided to join forces. It's led by Charon and Ame, from the bay and the spire, respectively."

There really wasn't much more to the story, as far as she knew, anyway. So Wildfire seized the opportunity to inquire, "What's so lowly about being a Counselor? I feel like you have to be pretty wise and stuff to do that." She had briefly considered it herself. Though her personality lent itself to hospitality, she didn't feel she was experienced enough to provide any sort of sage counsel, which knocked it off the list. "Do you only counsel your pack mates or anyone who needs it? Do you charge for your services?" she wondered in a slightly playful tone.