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Her stalker to speak didn't seem all that appeased that he had been found out. Echelon felt he should have been happy that he had bothered to make it that close at all, almost wanting to curse herself for not being more aware sooner. Another notch in the area that let her know that her skills were slipping. Perhaps she wasn't thriving as well as she would have liked after all, in spite of any minor successes in the days past. She huffed, wondering if the youth was worth the trouble of being angry with. He probably was, seeing how he dropped some mention of hunting in there.

"Your planning skills leave something to be desired," she told him, offering him a flash of teeth to go with. At least he was keeping himself grounded, not trying to get all up in her business like the quiet female she had encountered in the Vale some time ago. Despite her travel-weary state, Echelon had no problem taking up the esteemed role as the one in charge, throwing that dominant personality out into the open. If he wanted a challenge, she'd readily hand him one. If not, then obviously things were about to play out in a much different way. Just as well, as far as she was concerned; his first impression with her had already been shot all to hell.