Northstar Vale office style jazz band

His words resonate, and her demeanor shifts in the slightest when he mentions a name. Rujuin. The name is familiar, learned in the lessons of a childhood long past now. She is curious, but only when he mentions his title does she truly hope. Shogun. She pauses a moment before adding her voice to the whistling wind and creaking boughs, hopeful now. "Are you of a Draconid tribe?" she asks, a hint of awe leaking into her voice. To find a branch of her home tribe, no matter how distant, would be astonishing. 

The male is suddenly much more interesting than a single conversation, a name learned, but perhaps a home, should she be so lucky. Since striking out from her tribe those many months ago, she had since grown nostalgic, so to speak.