Horizon Ridge sunny, money, keep it funky

When she turns around, expecting an answer, she doesn’t get one. Err. She blinks a few times and then clears her throat. She looks to the left, then right, and sniffs the air to see if he’s the only one or if someone else is with him. Is this a ploy to distract her? Her jaw tightens and she stays up high, even if it corners her. She knows the ridge enough to be comfortable on the loose stone and she can only hope it stays in her favor.
 
But nothing happens.
 
He stays in his position, looking up, and she shifts her posture just slightly. If he’s going to be useless and distract her, she might as well get something out of it.
 
“Have you seen a girl ‘round here? All grey, orange eyes, a little smaller than me? Goes by Saarthal?” she decides, barking down at him. She won’t make the same mistake she had with Ford but she’ll get right to the point with all the details.

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