Gilded Bay timshel

He soaked up the information like a sponge. Zosar was not alone in these lands. At least two others were present. Anti and...whoever this questioner was. He had barely parted his jaws to return a few questions when he realized that he had been asked the grand question.

I do indeed. It had been what his parents had sent him out to complete, full of pride and joy of their dear Zosar. He had turned this trip far more though. He had wandered far and wide without doing truly anything worthwhile. Of course, he never forgot what he had been taught and the things he should be doing.

Where are my manners? He murmured the words as tall ears slicked back for a moment. Zosar. You might be?