09-03-2018, 09:09 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]In truth, Esklav had never seen the worth in an auto-acceptance policy. It seemed unwise. Most of the lost souls getting stranded on their borders tended to be of the forlorn kind, scrawny and too snappy to stray from their dependence on others. They were like leeches, sucking at The Pitt's resources until a swollen welt remained in its place, wounded and tearing up at the seams. "So it seems." they all were, weren't they? The leopon walked forth, blue eyes indifferent but stuck to Gabriel like a fly on stick-paper besides. "You're accepted. Welcome. My name is Esklav, the remaining warpriest here. You'll be expected to carry your own weight unless you prefer the life of a slave. Do you have any questions?"