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Urna and Quinnat's arrival were met with brief but courteous glances in their direction, not wanting to take his eyes off the intruders for even a moment. He kept his stance defensive, head angled downwards, the sunlight glinting off his steel horns. He is quiet and at the ready as the Monarch speaks to the Noble. If there was one thing he could agree with, it was that he would have done the same thing in her situation. He wouldn't just let someone die or struggle just because they chose the wrong path. Based on her words, it seems the spotted canine was a new recruit to Verdantis, which would explain why Gabriel didn't recognize him. What Gabriel did not appreciate, however, were the lies she used to tell her story - this location was close enough to his current den of choice that even the light nap he had taken wouldn't be enough to make him miss any cries for help. But... There was always room for doubt. Even still. He then turns to the wild dog, a lighter tone in his words, "even if she is sincere about helping you, vhat makes you zink she cares vor you as an individual? You could just as easily be a pawn to her game, a simple number to her ranks to pursue her own agenda, a slave to --" he stops just short of besmirching Tsillah. Despite his feelings towards the goddess, he knows better than to evoke her name negatively. Not if he wants to keep his livelihood, "... Those who join duskorna, join only to promote violence, manipulation, discrimination against those zey consider weak... Are those ze kind of people you veel you belong to?" let it be known now, so that the people of Verdantis are aware of the turncloak. Or perhaps, better enlightened, the wild dog will make the right choice. |
Whitewater
A river valley between two mountain ranges. A powerful river flows through rocky terrain, creating strong currents and dangerous rapids. Precious gold ore can be found in the river for those brave enough. The forests surrounding abound with life.
[AW] Just a refreshing swim? [TRESPASS]