[color=orangered][h1]Theresa ot an Bol'hjar[/h1][/color]
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The saurian knew her language. Fortunate surprise.

"Land's not mine. Horns neither." Theresa replied, keeping her grip on her sheathed sword as she peered at the faint red glow emanating from the saurian's neck. A fire breather. Definitely someone to keep up her guard around. She continued, "I sailed here. I'm looking for a town or, something of the sort, to get some information on the Continent."

Her eyes met his, and she did her best to ignore his glowing neck. "You know any you can point me to?" She asked.