Dragoncrest Cliffs only equals speak the truth

first one, then two. he would look upon the others with calm acceptance. Benedict was not here to fight so he did not bristle or rise. he merely stood where he was, showing no sign of aggression to them. "Rusalka" he'd say clearly enough, the name entirely foreign to him. his gaze swept around to the broken campsite. "so yer neighbors, then" as if that wasn't obvious enough. "do ye know what made 'em fall?" he wasn't going to assume it was terrible alliances. sometimes packs fell. there was nothing you could do about it.