Moonspear Heal me, I'm heartsick.

"Dirge," he offered when the opportunity came about. Now that they both had names to faces, things would go easier... or at least that was the notion. The swish of his tail picked up only mirroring his company halfway, but the exchange was pleasant. Not exactly one to go pushing snouts down for no good reason, the steps that he took towards Talion were merely to curtail the distance between them.

"So you're the new face around here," he went on, finding an appropriate conversation hold in lieu of further questions. "This is quite the place isn't it? Hard to miss this mountain anyway." Moonspear was markedly true to its name, being that it seemingly speared the clouded sky above them. A thin smile split his face as he continued: "And at least you fit in with the variety of locals," because it had become apparent that Dirge was the odd man out when it came to peltage.

With a few more passing words, the two went their separate ways.