Firefly Glen tough love

Sialuk's ears perked up and she lifted her head from the brook to see a young woman heading her way. Perhaps not so much younger than herself, though without the telltale curves of motherhood molding her outline. As she drew near, Sialuk recognized the smell of village Brecheliant on the other woman's coat and relaxed further. She did not match the description given to Acrux's attacker, and so there was no reason to worry.

This woman greets you. You are from Brecheliant, yes?