Whitefish River oathkeeper

She had been on one of her patrols when the Constable heard the commotion. At first, all had been calm, but the voice of two traveled through the air. One she recognized as Vercingetorix, the father that had sought out his broken child with the fury of a bear. Ira traveled closer in an attempt to catch the words he was exchanging.

"What the fuck are you doing here"

Her eyes caught the scarred male at their borders and a frown tugged at her lips. Was this the way he greeted strangers? She was not welcoming to those who seek to trespass, but she did avoid profanity when addressing newcomers. Ira listened a moment longer as she stepped forward to make her presence known. You seek refuge? She glanced to Verc in hopes of an explanation for his harsh words.

Do you know this man, Vercingetorix?