Hello old friends, won’t you come and have a chat ~~ Open, relaxing

Kainan’s eyes fluttered open as Morag Tong drew closer, his head lifting before dipping in a greeting. “Hello Morag, yes I figured I could take time to relax for a while before picking up on my duties,” he hummed. “You have room to talk though, honestly the amount of times I see you patrolling the territory makes me question if you ever stop,” he teased with a chuckle. As much as he teased the other about it Kainan honestly appreciated how much Morag Tong did for him and the Tribe, honestly he wasn’t sure where he would be without his trusted right hand.

“Have you heard any whispers of anything on the grapevine,” the hybrid asked, dropping his voice so not to allow others to hear. None knew of the second job that the Spiritualist held other than him of course. Luckily they were able to put the job to use and keep the Tribe safe quietly. Things seemed to be peaceful at the moment but you never know when something might pop up.