08-13-2018, 12:02 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]They didn't know about the interpersonal relationships of both political aspects and those that plagued the members of the Ascendants themselves, nor did they particularly care about understanding them. They were never interested in why clans fought, only in the fact that it gave them a good opportunity to gain intelligence in means that seemed far more explainable to those on opposite ends. During war, captures and tortures were commonplace. Mercenary work was difficult in times of peace, as it often left one or more clans on the brink of war despite Mercy's claims of being neutral. It was why they tried to stay out of clan life as much as possible, but occasionally the life got lonely...
Or, more importantly, they were running out of resources and needed to stay somewhere for a while to leech off of those that belonged to others. But that was a detail they were more than willing to omit.
A smile danced on the canine's maw as the group approached, each face scrutinized underneath the politely kept expression. The tension seemed to radiate off of all of them in waves, but they knew better than to question what had caused it. It wasn't their business, and they knew from personal experiences that such subjects tended to be touchy... and others were more than willing to rip your throat out with one wrong word. So Mercy kept quiet, instead addressing the questions that were thrown almost instantly their way.
"Mercy. Joining," their response was as curt and brisk as Washington's, but toned down to be far softer.
Or, more importantly, they were running out of resources and needed to stay somewhere for a while to leech off of those that belonged to others. But that was a detail they were more than willing to omit.
A smile danced on the canine's maw as the group approached, each face scrutinized underneath the politely kept expression. The tension seemed to radiate off of all of them in waves, but they knew better than to question what had caused it. It wasn't their business, and they knew from personal experiences that such subjects tended to be touchy... and others were more than willing to rip your throat out with one wrong word. So Mercy kept quiet, instead addressing the questions that were thrown almost instantly their way.
"Mercy. Joining," their response was as curt and brisk as Washington's, but toned down to be far softer.
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