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I could understand her okay, but Jefferson is somewhat dense when it comes to accents. XD
Cerridwyn. A strangely unique name, one that he would surely forget in the near future if he could even bring himself to pronounce it correctly. Surely Jefferson would have to find some irrelevant nickname for this one, being that his memory for names was not the sharpest -- but what was he thinking? She'd just washed up on shore; he was reacting like a typical leader, thinking she was wanting to join the Valley for good. That was usually what happened when strangers happened on their borders (though she'd happened to happen on their coast instead, or so he'd been led to believe), but Cerridwyn only seemed to be staying until she could get back on her feet. Whatever.
"We do have room here, you know," the cyclops said as they reached sanctuary: a cabin not too far away. It was uninhabited but still stocked with typical items, those being blankets and pillows and whatnot. Fortunately his scouts and the leader himself checked cabins in their usual rounds to make sure their open cabins weren't hiding stowaways or whatnot. "I don't know how long you were planning on staying, but if you have nowhere else to go, we're short on members but the bunch we have are damn good ones. You might like it here. Right, Andy?" It wasn't often Jefferson went around promoting his pack to total strangers.
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