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Dora? Garryn’s eyes brightened at the name, a flicker of warmth softening his battle-hardened demeanor. Oh, you’ll like her. She’s... well, let’s just say she’s the kind of person you’d want watching your back when things go sideways. Sharp as a tack, quick with a blade, and not afraid to speak her mind—even when it’s something you don’t want to hear. Probably *especially* then. He chuckled, shaking his head at some unspoken memory.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a faint grin tugging at his lips. We’ve been through our fair share of scrapes together. If there’s anyone I trust to help with... whatever mess this turns out to be, it’s her. And no, you don’t need to watch your pockets around her.

Garryn’s smile faded slightly as his gaze shifted back to the griffon, now resting peacefully. His voice dropped, tinged with quiet admiration. She’s good people, Jareth. You’ll see. And she’ll take to you just fine. Dora’s got an eye for judging character, and I’d stake everything I’ve got left that she’ll see what I see in you—a man who doesn’t quit, no matter how heavy the odds.

He glanced back at Jareth, his tone shifting to something lighter. Though I’d still keep an eye on your coat. Not because of her, mind you, but because if Cricket here decides it looks like good nesting material, I don’t think even Dora could talk her out of it. He laughed, the sound carrying a rare note of genuine levity.

Come on. I think she’s in her shop, I’ll introduce you before we rest for the night.

@Jareth

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