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"Hey."

The girl was polite, not so much friendly but courteous. Wren found that she liked that after a long time on the road. Her head slipped down, giving the stranger a nod along with a short greeting. Weariness set into the young woman and she felt her rump hit the earth. Her eyes appeared tired almost but brightened up when she began to speak again.

"You live around here?" she asked, but realizing how that sounded she continued "I just came to this realm. Trying to get my bearings, really. Learning about the world here" Wren didn't want to be labeled a creep or a trespasser though "I'm Wren, by the way." The other hadn't been rude or cruel, so she opted to talk more.

"Speech"