Maybe it was the wretched climb getting too him, but she seemed kind of...frosty. Valentine shrugged the feeling off. He was being friendly and he'd called himself a fool. What wasn't there to like about that? Sure, he was a stranger, but he didn't mean any harm and he made that readily known, so he had to be mistaken. Yeah. He was imagining the cold shoulder. Had to be.
He couldn't quite understand what she said. It took him several seconds to figure out why and then several more to decide that nothing about it was familiar. Not a single word sounded remotely like anything he'd heard before. "Ah, well, uh," he shrugged, "I'm afraid I don't speak that particular language. Do you, by chance, speak the common one?" He regarded her hopefully. Of course he was perfectly capable of finding his own way, but why not make the journey easier if it were possible?
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
