Northstar Vale office style jazz band

Instead of introducing herself, she has another question, one that causes his ears to twitch and erect forward. It shouldn’t surprise him as much as it does, with how she carries herself and the way she speaks, but there’s a little lingering in the back of his mind. He nods first, uncertain of how to answer fully for he does not know much about the tribe itself, or the history it has, and surely if the woman before him knows of his tribe then she will know much more than he does. Feeling himself internally shrink and lose a grip on his own title for simple ignorance of a culture he doesn’t know, he clears his throat once before speaking.

“Yes. Asterr is the chieftess,” he manages, curious to know if she knew of his home, if she knew Asterr as well. The history remains hazy to him on how long they have been in the lair and where she came from but he is learning, slowly each day. “What is your name and where do you come from?”