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Her laugh drew a similar sound from the Nord, a low rumble of a sound, mouth splitting into a toothy smile. The expression was a feral thing, untamed, forever a partial threat when he showed his teeth, though he was no danger to the girl before him.

This one, Stjörnuáti af Stormskýli, ask you teach this one your tongue. The statement was made as he rose to his feet, taking a moment to stretch out his legs before approaching the girl to brush against her, trade scents with her, not thinking that she might mind the invasion of her personal space. If she was to be of the Watch, however, it waas something she'd have to get used to.