Dragoncrest Cliffs the working class

If this ends up being super short, that's fine with me, lmao. He's so awkward!!!

It did not usually take him very long to adjust to his surroundings. It had been a while since his last foray in to pack life, which might've been evident by the way he'd gone about acquiring his lodgings; but generally speaking, he slipped in to the background of most places and did his work without issue. This place was only different because Edmund remained ignorant to the culture of the wolves living here. It was a large drawback, but one he hoped to remedy even if these strangers were resistant to his efforts. He could loiter in dark corners, or practice the words he'd overheard in private.

He wondered if that was necessary, and as he was considering his options there came a voice — that of the commander, who earns a pause and a sullen glance from the man. He does not like to lie, but he does not want to sound lazy or otherwise distracted even if he is. So he says the first thing (the easiest thing) to come to mind: Yes. And, he leaves it at that.