Well, fuck. If the plethora of objectors wasn't incriminating enough, then Leroy didn't know what was.

Tanglewood had a policy regarding joiners. Unless they pose a threat or exhibit hostility to the tribe, absolutely anyone could affiliate with the group without question. Many months have passed since this rule had last been regulated, and thus, the general's judgement was admittedly sloppy. He worried that, one of these days, an individual that harboured unbridled malevolence would be welcomed into the ranks with open arms, only to bring the spillage of innocent blood due to naiveté.

Today was not that day, however.

Vigenere, Aurum, and Kiira voiced their displeasure about the male. By the sounds of it, Caesar was a swindling, backstabbing, murderous, cuntface. Exiled from the Typhoon for attacking an High Position, and seemingly meeting a similar fate in Elysium, it appeared that the piss-coated pussycat possessed a blatant disregard for decorum. And thus, the wolfhound agreed with the former second-in-command; if Caesar stays here, our clanmates will be in danger."I've given it some thought," he says, tone devoid of hospitality, "and I do believe I've come to a conclusion. Caesar, you look like a fuckin' scratchin' post, and I gotta say, I'll make use outta you as one if ya don't vacate the premises A-S-A-P. Scram."