Upon delivering a message to the Legionnaire of the Claw warband, she
was invited to join their meal at the campfire. Callista accepted,
but had no expectations of making friends among the comrades
boisterously celebrating their latest victories.
She took a
meal and sat under a birch on the outskirts of the campfire. Looking
on, from the shadows, as most of the Claw members got drunker and
rowdier.
Unnoticed. Save for one fellow, with a lopsided
face, who spotted her and settled next to her under the tree.
“Nice
to find another sober charr around. Name's Dryden Bloodclaw. What's
yours?”
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