what friendship means / ambassador visit

While Clarence considered himself to be part of Sunhaven at this point, it was also impossible to ignore the fact that his primary residence was in Ascendants. It was where he'd first arrived and he felt nearly indebted to the area at this point. That was why he'd volunteered to be an ambassador. He liked the idea of seeking out peace rather than war. It was a welcome change. Once he'd been a tool for someone else to bring about destruction and he would rather not focus on that sort of thing anymore, even if he did find himself often in situations of violence, even in this new land. He did his best to avoid it but, unfortunately, conditions now weren't quite as peaceful as they had been when he first arrived. Still, this little act of peace was enough to bring him some comfort. He'd made a small basket of things he'd found around Ascendants' territory, assuming he should bring some sort of gifts to give out. Unfortunately, Clarence wasn't particularly creative or crafty, but he had found some rather nice bandannas that he thought might be fun to pass out. He wasn't a fan of the item, necessarily, but perhaps someone else would be.

"I've become an ambassador between Sunhaven and the Ascendants, on behalf of the Ascendants. I brought these bandannas from their supplies if anyone would care for one. Otherwise, just let me know what some new you might want them to receive could be and I'll do my best to communicate it effectively to Atticus," the man called, trying to thoroughly describe his situation. he didn't want it to be seen as just a gesture from him, after all. Atticus had taken the time to tell him who to visit and Clarence himself had taken the time to gather the bandannas (though he hoped as this went on that he'd be able to find some better gifts than just some cloth). Not only that, but he wanted to be sure he wasn't sharing anything people here didn't want his other clan to know and that he was sharing what they considered vital.

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Ymir wasn't the biggest fan of the Ascendants. Ever since the murders and the raid they led on them in the middle of the night, she had a bitter taste in her mouth every time they were brought up, eager to bust all their asses for wrongly accusing them of killing their members. What would they gain from murdering another clan's people? She didn't know all the details, but she did know that she didn't like them or their pristine little group.

But, with the recent call for neutrality, she managed to swallow down her bitterness and handle it. Besides, it was apparently some anonymous killer, which she wasn't sure she believed or not. Either way, Buckingham did, and had said not to start any shit or whatever. So she wouldn't.

"[glow=black,2,300]Hey. Thanks, I guess.[/glow]" the wolf says as she approaches, looking pretty unimpressed. A brow lifted, her eyes flicker down towards the basket, then up towards Clarence. He didn't seem too bad, but she definitely wasn't interested in wearing one of their bandannas. Besides, it would probably look out of place on her.