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Redrum's heart skipped a beat as the stranger acknowledged his greeting, his youthful enthusiasm tempered by a healthy dose of caution. The stranger's calm demeanor put him at ease, somewhat.

With a nod of his head, Redrum returned the greeting again, his voice still carrying the youthful inflection that marked him as a child. “Yes– good- day…” He replied, a sense of curiosity coloring his speech as he stumbled over the words.  As he studied the stranger, Redrum wondered about the man, what adventures he had experienced, where he came from. The man had a familiar scent, maybe one he had come across before? On the battlefield? On a hunt? He couldn’t really remember, but his golden gaze held within a multitude of questions unspoken for now. Well. Except for one. "Redrum is Redrum. Stranger is?"