Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

An accent! Such a thing as she had never heard before, breaking the shell long enough for her to cast a wide eyed look at the man who spoke in such a way. So different from her own language, the trader’s tongue twisted on the way out.

It made her horribly curious and frightened in equal measures.

Tullik licked her jaws in an anxious measure, suddenly all too aware of how small she was.

…does not know where she is. Her voice was a bare murmur.

This one greets you, odd-talker. I am known as Tullik.