Dragoncrest Cliffs tired of my turmoil.

Vercingetorix smiled as Tux ran with the baton and did so well, giving him a nod of approval that he might not see, positioned as he was. His bi-colored eyes flashed to the woman as she explained herself, noting the accent that came out as she became more comfortable and the way she managed to tread the line between cocky and timid, straying in neither direction.

Toli os, he remarked, stepping up to draw parallel with Tux, speaking of both their performances. I like her. Call for Heda.

He sent a gracious bow her way, gaze wandering down her legs before resting on her face again. A pleasure to meet you, coyote-slayer, Verx said warmly. I'm Vercingetorix, and I must get on with my patrol. Come find me if you end up in Drageda. Blinking slowly at her, he turned, gave Tux a small, jocular nudge to the shoulder, and continued along the border.