Duskfire Glacier golden days.

Ezrah was not one to be easily swayed by flattery, but he still appreciated the comment for its charm. He breathed in her scent with interest, finding something familiar about it, though it was faint. Her words suggested she had been here before, but there wasn't enough evidence for him to come to the correct conclusion. He might've started to suspect then, but he wasn't about to let his guard down and make the assumption.

He smiled back at her. There was something sweet and shy about the way she replied, though he wasn't ready to pin those attributes to her personality just yet. She was a pretty thing, but something about her struck him as mischievous. He wasn't sure yet. "Well, if I'da known Duskfire Glacier had such charming trespassers, I'd have started guarding it sooner," he replied, "Still can't let ya in without the password, though, sweetheart."

He paused for a moment, then went back to business. "What business have you here?" he asked.