Bitterroot Valley welcome home

She was no princess of the arts, knowing the signs of healing and plants, only the basics to survive, and perhaps appease others on another day. The best business man was a swayer of words, even if he did not know his own product. A swindler, some would call, but a simple charmer in another time. Dantalion was a pleaser- or so she says.

"Woooww," but a chuckle to follow, "strong then, are we?" A swing of a word of compliment as it was only obvious, he could be so. Most with muscles such as he may have, a dragon on steroids, was always of brawns and skill, rather then the use of word and tongue, and a simple thought to be. 

"I suppose you are alone as well?" If fought for such a meal, and injured in an unscented land- what else could he be, but a simple rogue?