Dragoncrest Cliffs you do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright [j]

Near-black eyes follow the man's gesture toward the cliffsides. Formidable is a word of strength, and apt as well. Étoille nods seriously, glancing back as he is given the name of the territory. A series of strange words follow, and he blinks, processing: heda, fleimkepa, wocha. "Wocha," he murmurs the last aloud to himself - perhaps an affliction of carrying multiple half-learned tongues, the word turns slightly latin from him, into something like woh-sha. "Dio," he repeats, again, then dips his head acceptingly. "Yes. Thank you," he adds. "I look forward to proving myself."