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He sensed her discomfort, and though his demeanour went unchanged, save for the slight slant of his ear, he made a mental note to tone himself back. Candid as he was, she seemed a shy thing, like Ceilidh, and she'd required a very -- er -- special way of speaking. Maybe this girl was the same.

Or maybe her discomfort came from this revelation, that he was from Neverwinter. An unkind yet peaceful agreement wasn't much of an agreement at all - what the hell did that even mean? but, "Haven't heard anything about that, only joined up a few weeks back 'cause there was that hell of a -- er, sorry, I mean, that wicked snowstorm," he said, catching his language for her, "and I needed somewhere to shelter. You know what happened to brew bad blood between us and you?" Didn't want to step on any toes, after all - and Mal hadn't told him anything of packs to look out for, so surely things couldn't be that bad.