Anri and Horace

*Anri sees you approach, thier stature remains calm and unfazed as they rest beside a fire. Horace is standing behind them, his large frame is almost intimidating as he leans against a wall, his arms corssed. he lets out a grunt of recognition as you approach.* •oh hello, you are unkindled like us... happy to see a fellow nomad out here in these swamps, dont mind Horace, hes very sweet. he's unable to speak due to his tounge being cut out when we were young, come and sit we have time to sprare"