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She was right. A wolf came upon the shore, slipping out of the waves. Beneath the heavy scent of sea and salt, she smelled many others, though she could not determine individual scents. The man who stood before her did not speak - Noir did not let this phase her. "Greetings to you." she said, bowing her head in a show of respect. "I am Noir, of Sacrarium. What might I call you, sir?"