The male came here on day two of his trip. Wagon pulling behind him as he reached the boarder. Stopping and unharnessing himself. Twisting to grab the basket for the Coalition. It was agreen one with flowers and a few small fly traps attached to the outside. Inside was armor, weapons, food, and herbs as well. Nothing to fancy, but nice.

Turning to sit on the boarder, he would sit this one down. He heard the attack on rom had left him pretty messed up. It was a bit concerning. Had he lived or died? He did not know. But he would hope the male lived. For now he would have to wait to get his answers.

actions | "speech" | attacking