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Oh! How long…

Ashlar fell silent, not so much embarrassed to be caught singing as he was to be caught unawares (and potentially ignoring a traveler!). H… hey!! Sorry, I just… I didn’t see you. He smiled broadly at the other man despite the stumble of his words.

The bard didn’t move to close the distance between them, sensing the other’s discomfort, though he looked the other over curiously. Was he from the seaside cliff pack? This was fairly inland for that. The wind was against him in telling, though it probably didn’t matter.

My name’s Ashlar. I’m Hælend, for the Rise. He indicated the distant silhouette, then hesitated. Did you… um. Is there something you need? Maybe he already knew this, if he knew the woman he’d helped or Arric. At the thought of the latter, his expression lit up a bit, though he didn’t drop any names just yet.