Taking his first steps into the Ascendants' territory in some time, Morgan sat down and let his pouches fall to the ground beside him. The area around him was covered in various types of trees; most of them were quite alien to the foreign dog. He barked out to announce his presence, shouting, "Hello, Ascendants! I'm Morgan, ambassador and Deputy of Tanglewood! I've got gifts for your group!" The samoyed was glad that he could finally introduce himself properly, as he had been anticipating the visit for some time.

The cream dog picked up one of his pouches and set it down in front of him so that it was clearly visible. He opened it up to show off its contents: a mask, a bottle of toxic swamp water, some freshly-picked lilies, a bundle of Tanglewood's local herbs, and a book, Don Quixote. He could only hope that the gifts would be appreciated, even if most of them were a bit unorthodox.

The samoyed sighed in relief as some members of the Ascendants arrived. He recognized neither of them, so he did his best to memorize their distinct presences. "Tanglewood is flourishing," he replied, pawing at the herbs he had packed. "Many new members recently. How have things been here?"

In response to Nero, Morgan nearly gasped. "What's Tanglewood...? Well, it's a very close family that lives in the swamp. It's my home. We're currently at odds with the Typhoon, and allies with you - the Ascendants." He smiled quite visibly, having chosen not to wear his mask while visiting so as to appear more friendly.

It was a known fact amongst Roy's groupmates that he didn't like/trust their ally that well. Bastilleprisoner knew that personally, back when Roy scolded his head off at the leader for making the decision. Roy had been pissed beyond belief, if Roy was able to exhale smoke like a dragon, he would have been then. Now, that occurred a few weeks ago, so far it doesn't seem like the alliance is crumbling to the ground yet. And Roy knew that Bastilleprisoner, Suiteheart, and Margaery hope that he'll be more open to them- give Tanglewood another chance after their leader tried to kill Roy months back. Roy could understand their reasons, it wasn't the members fault they had a leader that Roy couldn't trust. The members of the group can be completely different than Beck, and as much as he doesn't want to, he should give them a chance.

When the scent of the Tanglewood entered his nostrils, Roy let out a sigh. It didn't smell like Beck, instead it was two unfamiliar scents. They must be members of the group, He thought to himself, as his paws began to take him to the border, following the scent carefully. When he arrived, his ears pricked up as Morgan, the deputy & ambassador from Tanglewood, spoke up. The male briefly glanced at the gifts Morgan provided, keeping his face neutral. "Thank you for the gifts." The Flame Alchemist commented with a flick of his ear, "I am Roy Mustang."

Roy thought they were here to give them gifts, but his mind was changed when another member came running over. They must be the older scent Roy picked up, they were just following behind. Atbash. I met them a few days ago at the Snowbound border, I believe she was their leader. He thought to himself, before he focused his gaze onto Vigenere. "I saw her in Snowbound a few days ago, I'm sorry- she isn't here." He said as a frown formed it's way onto his maw, wondering if something was wrong if she had to be located so urgently.

"Thank you," Morgan replied to the approaching Margaery. "Some food would be nice. We don't quite have enough for the trip back home since we had some difficulties back in the swamp." He was glad to finally see someone he was familiar with; he wagged his tail, now calm. He let Vigenere speak his piece, which was answered quite promptly. "I see. Thanks for the info, Roy. It's nice to meet you, by the way." Noting his frown, the samoyed continued, "Vigenere here just needs to warn her about something dangerous. He also hasn't seen her in a long time, so this visit was just overdue in general."

Someone finally replied to what he had asked earlier about the Ascendants, so he nodded. "That's good to hear," he stated. He hoped that the groups' faux-raid would be helpful in preparing them for whatever may come. "We should get going pretty soon. There's just enough time left in the day to get to Snowbound before nightfall." He pushed the gift pouch forward as an offering. "And take this, then. I think this is called a 'token of friendship', or so I've read." He smiled and turned to Vigenere. "Want to wait for food? I think we can afford it, but we'll have to hurry."