The Sentinels in the woods somewhere

Sockeye. It wasn't like any name he'd ever heard before — but then, he wasn't from around here. Maybe that was just the way of things in these parts.

Fable Dubois-Mayfair, He offered in return, opting to skip on his dozen middle names for now. Plenty of time for that later, if they were meant to be party buddies now. His ears cocked with interest when the man continued.

That's one way to make our party a whole lot bigger, Fable's eyes sparkled with light humor as he looked to Sockeye, his agreement in his tone if not spoken outright. Got a place in mind? It didn't sound as if he did, but Fable wasn't one for assumptions.