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He relaxed more as she offered him her cause to come here, but his face was still serious as he pressed the conversation further. He saw that she was nervous, and in most cases he would work to ease the joiners' discomfort, but he did not now. She'd trespassed, and besides; if she did qualify to live among them, it would probably not harm anyone if she knew who was the definitive force in charge around here. "I see." He paused and studied her before continuing. She was a mix of something he had not seen before, and it intrigued him, though he did not allow this to surface for her to see. "What skills do you have, in return for being allowed to stay with us?" The questions were the same he asked any joiner, even if his pose and face were different from how they usually were. She would find, should she be accepted, that he was not usually like this. But he'd been lenient in the past, even if some pressed on beyond their borders, and he had decided not to allow this any longer. Just because he was nice did not mean he was incapable of discipline, and the tribe certainly needed some.