User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20170502014500/@comment-28358106-20170503014203

"Again, these things, I am learning. But Danthe was...honest about your demeanor.  This is good, for I have come to talk of many things, and I do not wish to waste your time."

She steps in and self-consciously looks around for a moment, before seeing a plush foot stool. She walks over to it and gingerly settles, pulling her tail close around her feet. "So strange, these wooden caves, with their fragile things here and there. I shall get used to it, I suppose.  For the sake of greater things."

She looks back to Marcus. "I have come, because when Danthe told me of the man whom he had named as his Iejir, and of the feats this man had done, they sounded to me of the old tales. The tales of the one who strode the gates of fire, wose iron would not yield.  Though these tales are yet hundreds of years gone, they speak of the man who laid with my clan, who brought great fire.  They bore a great resemblance, I thought, to you."

Her golden eyes remain steady. "I thought to myself, surely this man is yet alive. I thought, if he is the same as in the tales, then I shall go and meet him, and see what sort of man he is, whom my husband names as his Iejir.  Am I correct?  Are you the same?"