decisions, decisions - joiner

The trek from the Typhoon to here was something a little tedious, but nothing he couldn't handle. His wings carried him, and when it was too much of a hassle to fly, he walked. As he arrived at their border, he chose to head over the swamp before landing, shaking out his fur. It was misting tonight, and he looked around for a long moment. He exhaled gently, Brandy cleared his throat and simply spoke. "I'm here to join, if anyone is around."

"SPEECH"

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