Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

Without removing his gaze from the scene that played out before them, Cecil smiled, "There is no direct translation, however in essence it meant, Moon-sighted." He decided in that moment that he loved the way his language dripped from her tongue. "Trigedasleng suits you." He praised her pronounciation.

Drawn here? He quirked a brow at her, as he looked over at the woman over his sholder. "Drawn here?" Cecil spoke his thoughts a loud. "Drawn here to this place? Or to me?" He couldn't be sure what would draw her here, however Cecil would forgo the opportunity to possible learn more. What he was learning only time would tell.