Bramblepoint amble here, amble there

She was joined by another close behind, and Kaertok observed them without reacting in one way or another. He had learned long ago to listen and watch before making any drastic moves. He'd always been the stoic type, and age had only solidified that personality trait. Both of them looked a bit rough around the edges, especially the dark one who held one leg off the ground. They weren't a threat, as far as he could tell, and they weren't asking him to leave. Quite the opposite, it seemed.

Kaertok Tartok, he replied. I'm looking for somebody. Her name is Raleska. She used to run with a pack on the coast known as Rusalka. He searched their expressions for any signs of recognitions, one way or the other.