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Vasiliy is by Raze!
Vasi realized he knew little about the woman: she had not given her name, and there was no recognizable pack scent about her. Vasi thought it best not to press on such matters, however -- if she had wanted him to know, she'd have told him. The stranger with her sharp, strange eyes and innocence did not seem to be the sort to miss much, despite their mishap. He smiled meekly and nodded, bobbing his head up and down. Recommend is good, he said. Thank you.
With the talk of his pack, the Russian's smile returned, though not so sunny as it had once been. Aye, he said. We are south, past old city and in great forest. These were as good a set of directions as the woman was likely to get from Vasi. Cercatori d'Arte, he added. Big tree, tall -- name written right on trunk. You cannot miss. He looked up at her on horseback, and nodded, stepping back a few paces awkwardly, as if he did not know how to end their interaction.
Thanks, miss, he said, deciding impulsively on this pair of words. They were lame and he knew it as soon as they'd left his mouth, but it was better than leaving off elsewise.
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