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Well this was quite particular. She was an interesting character, both visually and and the way she spoke. Ezra watched her calmly until her voice broke out in a yell which startled the Marquis. It was very off-putting at first, but instead he just chuckled, probably louder than he should have. She hadn’t given him her name yet, Ezra realized, and wondered if this stranger was serious. Ezra hadn’t ever met anyone at the borders before, and he was pretty sure not all of these sorts of interactions went. The mutt realized he wasn’t sure how to act or how to approach the situation. “No worries, this pack is a bunch of misfits, we accept all kinds,” It would be interesting to see how Vigilante would react to this new girl.
“I’m Ezra, and you’re standing in the kingdom of Cours des Miracles. You don’t seem to be from around here. If you want to join us, do you have any thing you could add to the pack’s survival? We’ve got blacksmiths and stablehands and knights… among others. You got a name?” The male wondered what his own role in the pack was, but the Marquis quickly put that thought to the side. This was not a time for thoughts like that.