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His ears pricked a little at his response, satisfied with the choice of pack he had approached. Too bad the Sunman made it sound like they had plenty of healers; his own skills then would be only an addition, supplementary as opposed to critical. Quentin wanted to ensure he was absolutely essential to the pack, and so the story concocting in his mind twisted slightly.

He was, however, pleased with the mention of many hunters.

"That is good to hear," he replied, the smile never leaving his features. "My name is Quentin, I come from the coast where I've been travelling as a healer for hire, of sorts." He paused with a chuckle as if recalling a memory, before drawing attention once again to his forelimb before continuing. "At least until some raiders discovered my stockpile of wares and saw fit to steal it all. I thought I had a chance to fight them off, but it was dark and I was outnumbered." The memory this time was real, and he let slip a scowl as he spoke, before quickly looking back up to the Sunman and flashing him another grin.

"I wish to find some place to settle and rebuild; a home."