Neverwinter Forest a thousand rubies, sometimes more

Goldhawk quirked a curious brow at the name Kieran elected to give him, but he didn't question it. Finnian was as dashing a name as any of his others, and he'd go with it happily enough. As the three of them continued their patrol as one, the walk was easy and graceful — no quick marching here. It was jolly to encounter a married couple and it made the pack seem more like — as Kaskara said — family. Goldhawk didn't buy into sentimental stuff too much, but a soldier could be a brother too.

I say, that's an impressive amount of home-skippin', he remarked when she spoke of how far they'd come. He wondered what had made them uproot so many times, but a more immediate question sprang to mind. And that's quite the accent you have on you, old bean, he observed cheerily, charmed by Kieran's brogue. Never heard one like it!