High Augur. Nate whistled, impressed. Sounds like quite the title, Ma'am. He didn't have a hat to take off, but he dipped his head and hoped that was appropriate enough.

It didn't seem like a stretch to think someone who went around calling themselves that would be prone to crypticism; maybe the occasional vacant stare and — homebody-ness, could be accounted for in that, too. He didn't personally know much about Augurs.

But... he did know about folks who spent a little too much time in the elements, and got a bit touched for the trouble. Sometimes they just wandered off, and their families' couldn't find them.

I uh, don't really live anywhere, Ma'am. He smiled, Though I've been camped out near that blue fire for a little while now. Might wait out this cold spell, there. Still waitin' for the verdict on some forgiveness, myself. Didn't really expect to get it.

Hard to imagine this pointy-armed lady could have done anything egregious enough to warrant being left behind in the snow with bad ankles.

Tilting his head, Nate offered with gentle curiosity, Being new and all, I'm still learning the lay of things. Why don't you tell me a bit about your family? They're... close by? Looking for a lost mother and/or wife, potentially?