The Warlord couldn’t help but laugh as the tiny wee pup bounded over and gave his toes a sniff. He wasn’t sure who this child belonged to, but they were going to have to be careful with them. They were far too trusting and friendly with everyone they met. As she sniffed his toes, he gave them a wiggle. She truly was incredibly tiny.
“Ow!” He said with exaggerated emphasis as she suddenly bit his toe. “I taste like mountains?” he clarified in amusement. “You're right, I do come from the mountains. I come from the Armada Mountains, which are in the North. You smell as if you’ve been spending some time around Ashen. Did you know that Ashen and the Armada are closely allied?”
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