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	When the newcomer whistled, Orren took the first chance he had to breathe the nearby air. The man's scent was not unfamiliar, but it belonged to someone Orren had not had the chance to yet become affiliated with. He smelled like ash and blood. Another dragonslayer.

	"Eh! Boys!" The man shouted. "Take me with you will ya?"

	Orren frowned. He knew those words, but they were wrong. [i]Will you...take me with you?[/i] That was how Evelyn would have told him to say it. Maybe the man was new to his words, like Orren himself? The woodsman's eyes brightened, and he knew he liked the man already.

	Orren turned to the hunters. They gave the approaching slayer a quick up-and-down, then looked at each other.

	"Pardon, slayer," one of the men said. "But you'd be needing to find a bow. We're hunting deer."

	"Faster 'n any dragon, I reckon," said another hunter, laughing. "Never seen a man hunt a deer with a blade. They bolt at a snapping twig."

	"No," Orren said. He frowned again, deeper this time. The hunters looked up at him, seeming surprised to hear him speak. He chewed his words before saying them. "When you are hungry, you become a wolf." He wondered if that made sense. In his years in the wilds, many times Orren had found himself starved and without arrows. Desperation had driven him to do many things to catch his food. He knew a fellow slayer had the mettle to do so as well. "He will come with me. Good...luck." He nodded to the hunters, ending the engagement.

	After a few moments, the other men left, and Orren was left with the newcomer.

	"I," Orren said, pointing to his chest as he enunciated the word. "Am Orren. Who are you?" He stood ready to depart from the keep at the other slayer's discretion.

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