Neverwinter Forest Scratch scratches, fire starts with matches

The woman admitted that she was from Alaska, igniting that fire of curiosity within her more than ever. She yearned to ask more, but held her tongue as the question was turned so swiftly onto her. Harlyn gave a patient smile and dipped her muzzle gratefully. "That's kind of you," she replied, "My family lives in a land far to the West of here, but our ancestors came here from a land across the sea. I am Welsh by descent, though it has been many ages since the last full-blooded Celt in our lineage passed on."

Harlyn gestured with her muzzle, inviting the woman to walk with her as she picked up her own paws and began to sidle slowly through the trees. "Tell me, why are you no longer in Alaska?" she asked as her paws brushed across the cold, damp ground.