Cayden meets Sasha of IronDawn in the foyer.
She turns around when she senses him standing behind her. She smiles a gracious smile, fit for a Luna. "You rested well?" she asks.
He nods. "Very well. Thank you for taking me in. I wasn't expecting this kind of courtesy from IronDawn."
"We've heard of your conquests, Cayden of FireMoon. You're a fierce warrior. Not showing you courtesy would be a grave act of disrespect."
He's flattered, but he's wary. He doesn't know her, and he's never trusted anyone easily. He believes she has second intentions, and he plans on finding out what they are. "You're well informed. I assume you also know about what happened between me and my brother, and that I was kept prisoner at BloodFur for weeks. That I'm on the run."
Her expression grows more serious. "Yes, I've heard of all that."
He raises a brow. "And you're not afraid of harboring a fugitive?"
