The last leg of his journey. He almost forgot them, really. Then again he was going on his seventh day and was tired. So very tired. As he sat the last basket down, having left his wagon on the boat he used to get to the descendents island. He would look at the armor, weapons, herbs, and food. Part of him was unsure.

Would they welcome him or want him gone? He would have to see. So the male settled in. Simply content to wait. He knew once he was home in the pitt he would rest a while. Then he would get ambassadors in order. They needed to be straightened out.

actions | "speech" | attacking