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His eyes traced across her as she spoke as if to inspect her further.
A leader, yet you stand upon your own borders? How brave.
Balor was careful. He knew at times his words could flow like a river broken free of its bank. He could not remember when last he had met anyone of great importance outside of his father's land. He pulled his eyes from her, respectfully. My leader controls extensive territory to the south; he sent various parties to the four cardinal directions - I drew north, and here I stand.

Balor kept the details to himself for now. It was best to keep strangers at a proper distance until he had gathered more information about them. As entertaining as it would be to bestow the geriatric septon upon such a voluptuous woman, even the outrider held some sense in his head.
I come because he wants to learn about other people. In some way that is true of myself, though...my interest is admittedly more self-serving. He is not shy as his glance moves furtively across her features again.
It is nice to be away from home. And here, unlike home, there is so much more to see.