03-25-2021, 01:57 PM
The lion's paw followed after Ravenwood, settling by his side and pausing to listen to Aphra. He wasn't fond of the female, but he would listen to her demands if it seemed appropriate. After all, he was trying to keep his mind off things and instead focus on work, rather than sulking. With a soft huff, he looked over towards Inferno. "No need," he rumbled. "They don't know of our whereabouts after the mudslide and would be invading a land full of debris. Unless they had a target in mind, then I doubt our enemies would." The Typhoon, maybe, but the others, no. Plus, like the female mentioned, why would they know about their recent events anyways? The Coalition of the Condemned rarely interacted with other groups and often had feuds with them. Giving them information would be pitiful.
With his thoughts stated, the periwinkle hues of the lion returned to the former Typhooner. "I say we start at the main island and work our way to the northern parts of the hunting grounds." He wondered if the Hall of Kings remained. It was eerily important to him.
With his thoughts stated, the periwinkle hues of the lion returned to the former Typhooner. "I say we start at the main island and work our way to the northern parts of the hunting grounds." He wondered if the Hall of Kings remained. It was eerily important to him.