Sun Mote Copse a quiet resolve

A single word pierced through the silence, hanging between them. His brow quirked ever so slightly, the cant of his head suggesting that he did not follow, which naturally he didn't at first. The concept of social awkwardness hadn't struck him yet so much as the wonder that he had encountered someone who didn't speak a common tongue, but as it were she followed up swiftly. His expression leveled off, her trailing words searching for a rejoinder in the night.

Generally in introductions there was an exchange of names, but Dirge went his own route about things.

"Adventure, what else?" he said as his gaze wandered to the unseen paths ahead—there was no threat poised here, at least not from her, and for as evasive as his reply was he was hardly finished. "Though I suppose it is a little late for such things, least of all to cross paths with a wandering lady such as yourself." He thought to ask what she was doing out there, yet it seemed pointless. They had no particular fealty to anywhere, so what else was there to do but wander?