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She spots him, speaking a language that Kemal cannot quite understand between her common words. Body language is universal however, and she seems compliant enough for him to approach. He keeps his distance, respectful while feeding his own curiosity. He needs to find out if she is healthy, who she has been with, how long she has been here.

You are not intruding, packlands are north. He responds, blunt and honest. Kemal isn't the type to punish someone for being near a territory.

He considers her words, looking past her to the walls of the butte. Yes, the lowlands are beautiful, but quiet. Verapaz could no longer live in the quiet.

I am Kemal, of Verapaz. He offers his own name first, eyeing her with the expectation that his gesture will be returned.