Dragoncrest Cliffs Cave Dwellings

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Eske could feel the awkward tension as if it were a palpable thing. The Gona took the liberty to inspect the outsider a bit more closely, her gaze skirting over the older girl (woman?) to asses though Eske kept her distance and did not move from the spot she had stopped at. Eske herself wasn’t an overly social creature and her distrust of outsiders only manifested that behavior but she supposed she probably should make some kind of an effort to include this outsider in something. It wasn’t really her fault that she was an outsider and as Eske had already deduced to herself sometimes Outsiders proved to be better members of Drageda than being born into the culture. Not always, mind but sometimes. Eske didn’t bother to ask if the outsider was new because the answer was blatantly obvious and to ask it would to insult both of their intelligences. Eske was quiet for a moment longer, her lips twitching slightly when the outsider offered her own greeting. “I’m Eske, a Gona.” She offered her name and title with a distinct air of pride. “I protect Drageda from outsiders, intercept those who would seek to join our ranks and enforce our borders,” She explained in the best way she could what a Gona was assuming that the outsider (whose name Eske) didn’t know.

“What skills have you brought to Drageda?” Eske inquired with a small bird-like cant of her head (reminiscent of her grandfather, Ragnar), her question general curiosity instead of an interrogation as she normally did. Though Eske wasn’t sure how one did kindness she supposed that sometimes everyone needed a little guidance and help and if the pretty outsider wanted it than Eske would be willing to offer it.

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