Barrier Gulch dex, sin, dex

It is Latin, the language of my people, you'd think this coyote-girl would notice the accent. Was she stupid? Then again, most barbarians were, in his eyes.
He extends a paw, head lowered into a polite bow. His lips curl. I am Faustus Aemilius Drusus of Florentia, given the circumstances, he supposed she would not know his name or where he hailed from — but! He was a man of the people, always willing to lend a hand and educate!
I am not lost, per se, merely... exploring. Searching for lands to settle within. I come here with a gaggle of allies, and we are considering making our stay in these fair dunes permanent. Ugh. The Greeks. Andromache. He was due to report back to her soon; oh, how terribly he didn't want to. Instead, he focuses on this S'ari, studying her movements with the gaze of a raptor. Do you have family here, caninus? I may as well figure out who my neighbors will be, hm?