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Lucani was halted in her cautious but calm approach by the feel of another present, and she stopped and turned to regard him. It was his scent that hit her first — not unpleasant, perhaps because the neutral state of the territory meant that all she picked up was the pine and dust of his coat — but really very familiar. She had not seen this great copper vagrant before, but she had smelled him around Sleeping Dragon... albeit for the very last time when she had become sickly. So it was not a good association, and she had trouble denying the fact that she was not glad to see him.

Still, he was courteous and she replied with a respectful dip of her head meant for the pair of them. It would be awkward, now, to mention to the female that she'd approached because she'd seen her scar and wanted to provide medical advice. So instead she said: I'm just passing through. Do either of you know what lies between here and the sea?