Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

While not moving even an inch closer as to not alert the mother, he did smile at the young soul. The young girl reminded him of Tam, if ever so slightly, but perhaps that was because they were both so little. All things little he could get along with, having a small frame just like them even in his prime. If he was trustworthy with anything, it was with kids, for he admired the innocence of a child. He wished he still had that innocence, but, alas, life was cruel to all.

Raised in a formal family and studied language, if ever so shortly, precious flower. He bowed once more. He was surprised to hear yet again that formal titles were not needed here. That would require some time getting used to, he supposed, but perhaps worth it. Very well, Fin. He said, his smile never absent from his handsome face. They call me Trick.