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Sage was a prim and mysterious name, and it suited her midnight fur and smooth tones. She gave quite a satisfactory answer, and he made a mental note of Moonlit Hill and its relative proximity. Similar with Blackfeather Woods, but the youngster didn't elaborate on where it was, and it wasn't clear if this was on purpose or not. Ah well, he didn't want to push it. The one key downside was that he couldn't really pick up their unique scents over the smell of the springs — which, incidentally, he continued to avoid for now. But he did take a seat on the bank.

Cicero was another mysterious name, and it slightly made him want to burst into song. But he resisted for now, and instead obliged with: Neverwinter Woods is where I've been resting my fuzzy behind — a home with just as handsome a name as your own abodes, albeit a tad less moonlit and feathery, wot. But don't let me jabber on like a rabid squirrel, he continued, jabbering on like a rabid squirrel, you've got me all intrigued about this delightful-sounding 'Malice'.