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Wildfire felt apprehensive as she and @Gavriel approached the borders of a sun-dappled woodland, strange and powerful scents filling her nose. It wasn't that she was shy about approaching perfect strangers (although she was, sort of), she just didn't want to screw up this mission and disappoint Thuringwethil. This was her first showing as a proper Bandrona and there was a lot at stake, personally and professionally. She wondered if her companion could smell her anxiety.

"This is it, I'm pretty sure," she muttered to him, drawing up to stand well back from the borders out of respect. She eyed the nearby trees, then bit the bullet, threw back her head and howled. She almost requested @Kierkegaard by name but instead opted to stay humble, as a visitor, and politely request the presence of anyone who had time for a quick call at the borders.