Just Around the Riverbend

The musty scent of waterlogged timber mixed in with the acrid scent of the beavers masked a lot of the other scents and so, when the man spoke, Dusk hadn't entirely been prepared. Fire opal eyes widened just barely and she turned her attention to the man. He was swathed in shades of grey and he looked... tired. His demeanor was polite though and so Dusk nodded. Strangers weren't much of an issue for her anymore. Not with her level of skill with Whisper. She could remove the mans head before he even got within biting range if he decided that he felt froggy.

"I am Dusk Carpathius," she gave her name. Both lynx-tipped ears shifted forward. "What can I help you with?" Her head tilted slightly. If he proved to be a decent sort, she might very well offer to take him back to The Hallows with her.


"Dusk Carpathius"