Swiftcurrent Creek You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying

No.

With nothing but the stranger's voice to judge them by, Mae found herself oddly struck by the sound of it. Almost familiar, in a way. She imagined a warrior behind that voice, though she had no other evidence to support it.

Nonetheless, she was intrigued. She took a single step forward. Well then, Her voice was slightly lower when she spoke next, but no less demanding. What gives? Why are you here?