Neverwinter Forest I hear the voice of the preacher from the back room

Yaas, ty! And okay.

He tipped his head and a simple 'hello' in broken tongue came from his lips, though this is all which could be offered before the arrival another pulled at both their attention. Kyr's head tosses around her foreleg to reveal her molted gray leader. She dips her muzzle, a silent gesture of greeting and allows Mal of course to take the floor. 

Turning back, she silently listens on as they begin their conversation. The newcomer seemingly puzzled by Mal's exclamation and both curious. Her ears crane, taking in the accent of his roguish tones, a smile of approval placed upon her lips. His words were lingering, leaning her into the trail. She was as curious as the loner now, but for different reason entirely. Her bright artic eyes were attentive, watching, waiting...