Tollia spun on her heels without another word, racing down the street and disappearing around a corner. Gar nodded, offering his hand to Florence and then Sterling. "Thank you for your help, we both appreciate it greatly. You have to forgive her, she... she hasn't lead the easiest life." Gar bit his lip, unsure of why he was saying so much, perhaps it was some strange power of Dragons to draw out secrets. "She was abandoned by her mother when she was a week old, left on the doorsteps of the church. I found her, alone. She looked like an elf child, except..." He glanced over his shoulder, making sure none could hear him. "She had a tail, or at least she seemed to have one. The women of the church bundled her up so quickly that I could not be certain. When I said something about it later I was told that it was because she was a Wildling. I am not sure if they were speaking the truth or not, I have never seen a pure blood Wildling, only Mongrels like myself and apparently you as well." He nodded to Florence. "She has these flashes, of another life, another time. And in them she sees that golden dragon. She hates her past, hates what it has made her, has done to her, but at the same time she wants to learn more. Surely you can understand why she acts so strangely, she carries a lot of weight on her shoulders. I only hope that we can find him, that we can finally put her mind at rest. She deserves to know who she is." He paused, meeting Sterling's eyes, pleading with him to understand. "What she is." He started to turn, already wishing that he had not said so much to a creature he had just met.
