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Dustin nodded as if to encourage her as she spoke, his ears focused on every word that left her lips. She had an accent for sure, much like he did. He blinked in mild shock. "A volcano you say? I suppose I cannot be too surprised. Margesh is home to volcanic lands."

He eyed her as she did the same, those irises betraying nothing but movement. Hm. Interesting.

"My people?" Again, he blinked. "I am of the Atzerii," he said with a small bow of the head, humbled to have been invited to speak about his clan. "We live far to the east, in the mountainous region of Ariket bordering upon the White Ruin. Only, there is less lava and more mountains," he grinned.

More and more Meltsanders seemed to be wrapping up their preparations for the plan. Equipment, armor, weapons, and the likes were being put on carts for portability as only a few more of the Meltsanders joined the carts belonging to the caravan that would act as the cover for the acting bounty hunters.

Dustin frowned. "It seems our fellowship is being cut short." He looked to the two females, one young woman, and one hardened one. "It is time to be on the move it seems. Elise," he nodded to the Samarian. "Musa," he nodded to the Lakuli. "Stay safe, my loreiles." With that, the Kassellander stood up from the wagon upon which they sat, and began walking towards the very front of the caravan.