Ocean's Breath Plateau Homme de la Montagne

He seemed to listen well, nodding along to Rodyn's words. I will tell my Matriarche, Montagne de Cigue's wolves will be on the lookout. It felt odd to call his maman anything but that, but this situation called for formality.

He was done here, he had said what needed to be said. Thank you, Rodyn. Offering a nod, he began to turn away though paused momentarily. Ah, I nearly forgot. My name is Chaudry. How could such a thing have slipped his mind? Diplomacy truly was not his strong suit. I'm sure we may cross paths again.

Bonne nuit, mes meilleurs vœux à Moontide. He spoke no further, turning back the way he came and taking his leave.

Chaudry out! :)