The Heartwood forget you, and you, and you

Marco. Her fiery gaze slid first to the golden stranger, and she wondered if the two men maybe knew each other. Was Marco the other man's name? Why else would he say that? 

She remained tense and suspicious even as the Moonspear wolf offered a small smile. She stared at him, face expressionless, as he spoke. She didn't think she had ever heard of a grouse, let alone seen one. She shook her head. I haven't seen anything here except you two.

She shifted, looking from one stranger to the other a few times before deciding to push the interaction a little further. Simmik, she offered with a curt nod. From Neverwinter Forest. She paused and waited, wondering if they would offer their own names in return.