Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm not crying. you're not crying, are you?

Wow, she was awfully cheerful for a trespasser. She oughta be lucky her pussy was so good the other night, otherwise he might have been inclined to chase her off. He shook his head, bemused, knowing the tone of her voice to be jesting, even if the words made no sense.

Then she chimed in with words that did make sense to him, although the context seemed. . .off. Yeah, my home, he said, pointing down with his chin toward his barrel chest. Not your home. Right? Or did they let you in and I just don't know about it?

Speaking as if she'd understand anything he said. It would have been comical, if she wasn't balls-deep inside Drageda territory with no better explanation than a couple stuttered words.