Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

While they waited, it suddenly occurred to them that the call might be interpreted as a cry for help. Masque froze, hissing through their teeth. They couldn’t unring that bell, however, so they prepared to apologize if anyone showed up expecting to render aid.

Their eyes caught on a swarthy figure coming this way, sylphlike in her movements. There was a wary look on her face, which the Caru expected. As she came closer, they made a point to bow their head, tail dangling limply behind them.

My name is Masquerade. I’m from Redtail Rise. I came here to see if there’s a healer here who might be able to provide me with some basic training. I’d be happy to repay by hunting, or…

Well, Sapphique could name its price. Hopefully Masquerade could meet it. They shifted their weight and swallowed, silent as they waited to see how their words would be taken.