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Arric got the scent of Jakoul before he could answer and twisted his head around. His stance growing a little more strained. She was a figure they often saw right now. And it was clear what was going on with her. She was far enough away that the other may not scent her, and if he did. Hopefully he was mindful of his place at the moment. 

Arric would have laughed outloud had he known the other thought him a brawler. Sure he could brawl, but he preferred not too. Kept to himself. Like meditating and stars. 

It is. I have to ask you first, Can you fight? And what's your name? We've had some trouble recently, with a gang it seems. Fit to attack us. If you can't protect our borders.

He left the sentence open ended. He didn't wish to scare the man, but it was a part  of their existence here.