Dragoncrest Cliffs but she got legs up on the dash

His grin grew wider, infinitely more amiable, though he was incredibly sorry he had startled her. Kitten, he repeated. It fit her well, sweet little thing. Her half-statement, half-question had him cocking his head in interest, sizing her up while still trying to keep her at ease.

Well, okay, Vercingetorix said, not quite expecting that. He just thought she'd come with a message or something. Do you. . .do you know anything about this pack? Who we are, and all that? He wasn't sure if she had just stumbled upon them or if she had prior knowledge. Again, she looked too young to have traveled a long ways, but one never could tell.

I'm Vercingetorix, he added as an afterthought, remembering his manners. Uh. . .I know, it's a shitty long name. Call me whatever you want.