Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

"To join."

If they will have her. If they were willing. Her pale eyes scan his form, seeing nothing useful except his aura. It is not so much red - a bit of wary yellow ringing in. When facing the unknown, one right against your home's door frame... she does not blame the wary.

She pities them.

But there is inconsistencies of his form too. On one side, he is slightly darker. She sniffs, attempting to catch a scent. Though she is no healer, she can pluck out infection and illness by smell. Whatever plagued this man is long gone even if his scars remain.

The spook guesses he is not here to be a tour guide. The man is straight to the point. He asked a direct question and he received a direct reply. She falls silent, giving him the reigns.