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In his retreat from the AniWayan lands he had never even entered, Attila explored the variation of foreign scents he could never attribute to his childhood tribe. Had everyone he'd known left? Had they all been replaced with foul-smelling fools and clouds of tension? It disgusted him to think about, and yet Claudius surely still resided there with them. He always had been a fool.
But Attila was particularly attentive to the nagging smell that never left his midst; it brought no immediate alarm, as he would have expected nothing less than pack sentinels spying on wandering loners during a time of war. As he settled before the fire and turned iced eyes over what lay before him, none entered his immediate vicinity even though he had so obviously placed himself in a vulnerable position. With burning ashes to fill his senses, the scent of the follower could be easily forgotten, but Attila would not put it in the back of his mind. Still, he did not react. He was in no mood for pissing off the natives.
Soon enough, the stranger made an approach as defenseless and non-threatening as Attila reclined. Wine in hand, it was quickly offered, and for a moment Attila only thinned his eyes. Surely they had never met before. "Not too many people go around offering free booze to strangers," he said, reaching for the bottle. "Who are you?"