Recent events had driven Romulus to explore the different possibilities of the world and dive into the world of novella. The false worlds and factual insights had been a safe short-term way to cope. Amongst his readings, a scribe of Elysium had managed to leave a scroll during their leave that outlined the history of the mainland groups and what laid within their borders. Of course, it was dated, but it held many interesting details. One being specifying a library in Tanglewood.

During his father's reign in Tanglewood, he had never visited. In fact, he landed within The Pitt instead and met up with a fine fellow by the name of Domino. His mistake, in hindsight, had been for the best. Still, he wondered what laid within Tanglewood's vast collection and Romulus was intent to find out. The lion had prepped a small collection of his own novels and herbs he had quickly grown with his earth elementals. They were neatly placed in a basket. With it in his jaws, he set out towards the south and towards Tanglewood's borders. He knew his offerings wouldn't help with his alliance and the Coalition of the Condemned's past, but perhaps bring momentary neutrality between them so the intellects among them could connect.

Upon reaching the edge of the marsh, his jaws unhinged and he lightly set the basket on a dry spot. Haunches lightly maneuvered to the floor. Once settled at the edge of the scent border, his tail wrapped around his paws and a soft sigh left Romulus. For a moment, he wiggled his jaws that were tight from the basket encased within it for so long, unsuccessfully trying to loosen them. Disappointed by his attempts, he merely straightened out his back and tried to remain presentable. He would need to. Especially considering their history.

"I come with no intent to harm," he rumbled deeply. His paw lightly pushed the basket before him forward, only to gesture at it's opening. "I, in fact, wish to inquire about a library that appears to be within your borders."

A quick arrival. While there was no outright hostility, Romulus could tell that his presence was an issue. He didn't blame Arrow. The Coalition of the Condemned had taken advantage of Tanglewood at their lowest moment and killed their leader. With Stryker being his father too, although unknown to them, it would definitely add to a list of generalized burdens against him. Nonetheless, the lion merely remained calm and craned his head at her words. He tried to keep eye contact with his head high as he listened.

The lion pushed the basket a bit forward once again, trying to show his neutral stance. "I am merely interested in Tanglewood's collection and if I could peruse it," came his dull response. "I know my-" 'Family? Kind?' "-group has a reputation though and I understand if that is not welcome." Periwinkle hues looked out into the distance, noting that no one had shown up just yet. Just Arrow. He didn't know of her rank, but he continued on with his negotiations. "If an escort, or rather a body guard," he mustered with a subtle chuckle, "would make everyone comfortable, that would be suitable also." If accepted, the wanderer would try to make use of his time the best he could and contribute some of his own findings to their library. It was only fair.

"A scribe within Elysium's territory kept accounts of the mainland and their landmarks on a scroll," he responded. Romulus wasn't sure if there was more though. The scroll's contents were detailed and included visuals, but it's ending was rather abrupt and left him on a cliffhanger. While not his purpose of being here, maybe he could find more on their end. "It's outdated, but I was hoping there might be a chance it, the library, remains." With her crude first response though, he presumed it was still standing.

The last time Seven had even scented Coalition was when she was stuck with them and clawed and tortured and then returned back to her home. She had lied about what happened and didn't have the heart to tell the truth at all, but the scent made her freeze. She couldn't see, which made it even worse if she was to be attacked. Following Moth's scent lead her there, though a bit distanced from the trio just out of blatant fear.

Library? Moth seemed angry and that spurred Seven to step a little closer, hearing to her words before she took another step. "Not welcome, should leave." She spoke, quiet but firm. Not after what they did to her. She couldn't stand having someone from there staining the swamp with their scent. They'd done too much already, from Seven's experience and the way Moth spoke.

Seven - Tanglewood - Heavily mutated tigress - Tagged by Astral

?? ?????????  《》 Scents she didn't recognize, found only in stale locations through the territory, her head down to follow the scent only to be awarded by the sight of so many faces at the border, facing against a lion. Pausing for a moment as she lifted her head to scent the air, the molly made her way forward with a cautious expression as she attempted to read the mood. Joining the group as she looked at Seven, watching the blind tigress quietly, switching her gaze back to the lion siting there asking about the library.

She knew very little of other groups outside of Tanglewood, still getting accustomed to those around her and the swamp that she was quickly calling home. Wings pressed to her back, she tipped her head, looking back and forth between the opposing sides. Taking a breath, she spoke up, "I don' know much 'bout what happen'd but books are good information. 'Ve done enough travelin' in my past to say so. I can tell there's been some bad blood between all o' us, but I've yet to hear it all out.", she murmured softly before looking at Romulus curiously, "It's rare someone takes interest in books or their likes these days. I can't say we'd be willing to share our books an' knowledge kept within 'em, but I'd offer m'self to talk paper and ink.", it was a chance to learn more about the world around her, what she couldn't learn from the others here she might be able to glean more knowledge from this lion.

Merlin didn't know what knowledge he was after, but she did have her own small collection of books safely kept within her suitcase, written in a different lifetime. Some had spells, some had stories and tales, and some had maps that belonged to a different land. Flicking an ear as she adjusted her weight from paw to paw, knowing that maybe it had been best she kept quiet, she had wanted to remain a neutral party but books were books and she would be damned if she didn't say she was starving for more.

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Unchained, unbridled rage, and hate rolled through her. It was as clear as day. Manifesting in the coils and rolls of her flaming mane. The moment the scent hit her nostrils the emotion was ignited within her. She wanted nothing to do with the Coalition and any of their members. She wanted them gone and wiped from this world for the atrocities that they had committed against Tanglewood. For what they had done to her people. She did not count herself a foreigner among the natives anymore. She was them and they were her. She was their Luminary and she would not have any threats that had tried to destroy them in the past coming here and trying to play innocent. The lioness felt her claws unsheathe as she came upon the scene. Crocodile skull hiding her facial features but not her anger. Her flames twisted and coiled with it like a living creature. "Leave." Her tone left nothing to be argued as she stood there.

She held nothing but malice within her gaze and voice as she looked at the lion that stood there wanting permission into their territory. How dare he even think he would be welcomed here. "None of the Coalition will step paw on Tanglewood lands. She will not have it. He is to leave or his life will be forfeited here and now. No one is to communicate with him and if she finds out they have we will have a talk." Her blazing gaze cut to Merlin then before she focused back on the Wanderer hoping he got the message. He wasn't wanted here and her claws flexed against the ground, tail lashing back and forth as she stood there jaws slightly curled.