Moru had been on a trek - that is, to say, moving across somewhat bumpy terrain, not mountains or anything particularly difficult - to skillfully and stealthily obtain a particular item from a particular cave nearby per request of a trustworthy business associate. She didn’t really notice, or perhaps didn’t pay heed to, the figure nearby watching her, and approaching as it would seem. Not at first, anyway. When he came near, she steeled her nerves, though kept herself calm.
“You out there - who are you?” Damn. She’d never been all that good at introductions.
Currach remained still, for a good while, taken aback by her rather brash greeting of sorts. What was this one up to? He crossed his arms, looking at her strangely. He had never been one that was particularly possessive of the land he lived in, but she certainly walked around like it was her own home.
“Who are you, stranger?”