Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

The glacial eye'd leader seemed to ease into the thought of letting them in, but it was clear she required more from them by the way her impersonal walls remained firmly set upon the ground between them. Libeccio couldn't fault her for it as he often felt the same when greeting loners, and newcomers, back home. There was no love lost there. Kitsch remained behind them, but he heard the shuffle of feet as West steeled herself for what was to come. None of them, he knew, wanted this—they were all strange in their own ways, with Kitsch being the most vulnerable of them all. Who was to say this would be a good fit? But he couldn't protect and provide on his own, even with West's help. Her attention was, unfortunately, divided. 

So he answered her question with a wave of his busy tail. "Libeccio." He replied warmly, turning now to West to allow her the freedom of deciding whether or not to use one of her many pseudonyms.