[ Rowan settles into the barstool willingly, using the bar itself as a means to level himself for the time being. His eyes go wide when he hears the familiar name of his homeland, and he nods enthusiastically as he leans in toward Wolfe. ]
I most certainly am. How could you tell? Was it the wet dog smell that gave it away?
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I most certainly am. How could you tell? Was it the wet dog smell that gave it away?
[ He frowns. ] ...I miss my dog.