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She seemed a gentle creature – and just like any youthful male, Constantine could not help but allow his gaze to longer upon the pretty features of her face, noting the soft pelt of golds, and the striking mask of silver. Still, it was her nature that remained most appealing for now, and as she offered small insight, the swarthy guardian exhaled a soft breathe. “Nothing in particular – I’m unfamiliar with the area,” he clarified, his own tone rumbling as he lifted his shoulders to a gentle shrug. His familiarity of the Wilds rested only on the other side of the mountains – a place too painful to consider in that very moment, as he could still smell the burnt trees of The Sentinels. “I’m Constantine.”