Redhawk Caldera kirgavik

The boy, surprisingly young looking given his size, did not seem to challenge his posture as he came closer and looked overall calm, which brought relaxed breath to leave his nostrils. He spoke in greeting, and Āzon would return the greeting with a curt nod. 'I greet you'  -- something about that was too formal for his taste compared to a simple 'Hello', but the Guardian wasn't one to judge, so he accepted it either way.

Next, he spoke of someone else he had yet to meet -- a girl. His description was quite dreamy, and romantic in a way that made the tundrian shift his eyes and lick his lips uncomfortably. 'Ah, to be young and mushy again', he thought. It was probably an out of place thought to be having in front of someone who looked so worried, so he turned back to the northerner with knitted brows and a slow head shake.

"M'sorry son. 'Fraid I haven't seen anyone of the sort 'round here with yer description..." He said regretfully. Did he know someone here enough to walk up an ask, was that it? If so, how come he's never heard of him?

"Say...what's yer name again?"