“Don’t worry, I hadn’t figured you for the noble type.” Her affect is flat. She doesn’t know him! She doesn’t know what’s worth his time, and she doesn’t know a damned soul around here except Tryg.
And well… there was one other.
“Yeah, I do, actually. Little pale coyote, lives in a real nice manor in the woods east of here. Named Maggie. Loves visitors. Why don’t you pay her a visit after?”

