[He comes, of course, informed of her presence by his own senses and by a messenger from one of his lookouts. As dark-hooded as his visitor, and with certain aspects of the Northern wildlings, where she is truly wild he nonetheless bears the marks of urbanity.
He doesn't come too close. Puts down his hood, bows to her; not so low as to appear parodic, nor so shallowly as to be perfunctory.]
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He doesn't come too close. Puts down his hood, bows to her; not so low as to appear parodic, nor so shallowly as to be perfunctory.]
Milady Lauralae. Welcome to Srathmarbh.