Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

Ah. She seemed put off by his intrusion. He blinked slowly, letting his eyes sweep low. His gaze came to rest absently at her ankles, lifting again when she spoke. Something about her voice seemed off to him. As if it was rusty with disuse. Étoille was no stranger to going periods of time without speaking, but it seemed notable somehow. Like he was missing something. "Apologies," he demurred. "I am unfamiliar with these lands. Have you heard of a wolf named Slade?" Might as well get to the point; she didnt seem like a woman who enjoyed having her time wasted on pleasantries.