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The ranger turned at the sound of her name, for a moment surprised, then genuinely pleased to see the hobgoblin druid.  "Gin!  Greetings to you as well, friend."  

Normally, she would at least be leery of hobgoblins, but this one might have just saved her life once.  About a year ago after a rain storm, when she was still too reckless, she had hurt herself in a fall down a muddy embankment into a ravine too steep and slick for her to pull herself out while injured.  Luckily, it hadn't been a group of thugs or bandits to find her cold, soaked, injured, & trapped, but Gin.  He had helped pull her out, patched her up, then made sure she got home to her father.  

She looked about to say more, but when the music signaled the arrival of the king, she turned her attention there, listening attentively to all that was discussed, reserving her own questions for if they were still needed once the king had answered the ones already posed.