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She chortled at his next admission. "Same here, really," Wildfire shared. She could really use some guardians and warriors, though she would rather her recruits pursued their passions, their strengths, than try to force themselves into roles that didn't suit them. She would take Fluke's word for it that he wouldn't make a good mercenary, despite his stature.

"Maybe a caregiver or counselor then," she thought aloud. "Anyway, there's plenty of time for you to decide. There's no deadline and you won't be cast out if you don't earn a trade, either," Wildfire clarified. She had definitely borrowed some customs from Drageda, past and present, and cast aside others, the ones that had never sat right with her.

"Tell me more about yourself, Fluke," Wildfire invited even as she motioned for him to begin walking with her along the borderlines. "Where did you come from?"