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For the most part Blackthorns hadn't been too crazy.  A little odd at times, perhaps, but not bad people, as far as Quixote could tell. It made them fairly safe to accept into the pack with minimal interrogation unless something had changed.  Honestly, the only one of the bunch he really had questions about  (unless someone was being forgotten) had been Ceara, and that was more because Quixote just seemed to have a different experience speaking to her than everyone else.  He just didn't get it.  Not an issue now though -- she was gone to wherever she'd wandered off to.

Instead, there was the dude in front of him.  Ailill seemed to have a reasonable sense of humor about things, so that was always nice... But what about beyond that?  Definitely higher chance of that here, then. Wouldn't be surprised if another dozen are added to Firebirds this spring.  Hyperbole, of course, but who knew for real.  After this, Qui would have to ask who he was related to, as it seemed like the Blackthorns were spread out over such a wide age range that he could be Finley's brother or he could be a nephew or something.  So, tell me about yourself, Ailill.  Not doubting you've got the standard skills, but any fortes?  At least Qui had gotten a bit better at figuring out what to ask, too.  He still didn't know if he was always asking the right thing, but at least there were the usual things to go through first.