Ocean's Breath Plateau vraes dunar

anu reciprocated the quizzical look with a stately expression, as if he were used to being on exhibit. his ears were kept straight, his posture perfect; for a second it seemed he was not out of place at all, except for the brogue the man sported was so thick, that anu had great difficulty understanding it.

he repeated the words inwardly, the phonetics confusing him. the man had not responded in his tongue (to be expected), and the way he insistently spoke in the native's tongue made anu think he might be at a crossroads. haltingly, the man began to speak, his own accent signifying that clearly he was no native. "hel-lo. i am, anu. fortune.. goes, with you."