No rope at your neck;; Open + Typhoon memeber

Morgan was no unsuspecting patroller. The samoyed appeared donning a full set of armor alongside its mask and anklets. It had sensed an unpleasant, familiar presence on the border - someone the dog recognized from a battle not long before. It found within itself a desire to confront the presence, not out of revenge but out of righteousness. Morgan continued on its path, careful to avoid the traps it knew were hidden in the area. Before long it reached its destination, a few steps within territory but able to see the outlander just beyond.

Pirates were scum; that much was fact to the samoyed. Yet, it still could not understand why someone would willingly wear such an evil title. From behind its mask, it asked, "Pirate... Why?"