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Mahler of Rivenvood.

She wondered, momentarily, if it was possible he had come to the same fate that had sent Wintersbane into this place. Yet she doubted it heavily. There were old scars upon him and he did not smell of how the winter man had upon their meeting. Which meant he came from somewhere else. This Rivenvood, untouched by the tragedy that her leader had suffered recently.

Yet they were bonded in other ways. Old friends. Old something, if she was to not assume the status that this was a friendly thing.

Oh, he ought to be here soon. She assured him with a timid smile. It was not her place to openly disclose the state of him. Such could be exposed and discussed when the man arrived.

Iana. A bit ditzy in her forgetfulness of introductions. They went two ways. Might I...ask of this Rivenvood? Accidentally mimicked his accent for she did not realize it’s true name. But her brain was fixed more on the fact that perhaps they had a proper medic that she could ask more of.