Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

The woman was an open book. No obvious secrets being withheld from the looks of it, and she seemed like a regular Jack of All Trades if the woman was being honest about her abilities. Such individuals were rare... most weren't masters in any one task but dabbled in many, a master vs a jack was a debate on which was better in the end... but a mixture of both in a pack, to the paladin, was beneficial. 

Very well. A mere sigh, relaxing just slightly as his eye casts somewhere around them, off to some trees as if he pondered what to say next. This is Sapphique, I am Rosencrantz. I do not lead here, but I can call for the leaders for their final judgement of you. Do you know anything of Sapphique, formerly known as Rusalka. His eye found her once more. With his time spent here he was learning more about other packs and their bitterness toward the name Rusalka, how many enemies they had made in the years before he had joined. It mattered not, his loyalty was set in stone with the wives despite their histories, or their past leaders. 

He waited for a reaction... for words.