Silvertip Mountain the serpent's words i remember well

Álainn, now that was an interesting name. Easy enough to say but unique, decidedly foreign in comparison to his own. Indeed lovely to fit with her femininity, though he would not comment on such. Perhaps if she had been forward and wily in her charms it would have been another story.

"I'm Dirge," he rejoined with a more solid smile. "So you're a wanderer then? Out to see the world and the like," and perhaps it would give them more common ground to speak on than mannerisms alone. He rolled the bone beneath his foot then, not quite keen on letting it rest unattended.