Firefly Glen some would sing and some would scream

She doesn't give him much, and he finds himself intrigued. There's a roughness to her, something hard in her eyes that strikes him as unfamiliar and almost out of place. Most girls he's met are wide-eyed and softspoken, weepy creatures that seem as alien as another species entirely. This, however, is something he understands.
Zephyr, He returns, tone tinged with something close to respect. He understands quickly that to get anything from her, he'll need to give too. Are you from Moonspear? I'm from Neverwinter Forest.

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However the conversation goes, it ends quickly. Zephyr leaves feeling rather dissatisfied, but he quickly forgets the conversation as he departs the area. It hadn't been very noteworthy, after all.