Dragoncrest Cliffs okay, well, that’s a mutual thing.

it's not the fox-faced boy that answers.
it's a man with a bull-dog's grin,
and a jovial set of eyes that know more than they let on.

cayetano steps back with a bow.
this is for -- ah fuck, he'd never gotten the name.
this poor record keeping would be the end of him.
well, he didn't give his name.
light brown fur, kinda lean.
oh!
impeccably clean fur.
cayetano pushed the conch forward,
his best smile on display.
for entry into sapphique.