Truth be told, all of the characters at this establishment- if you could call a group moving to an Aztec sacrificing zone an 'establishment'- were rather interesting. Kliment happened to be one of them. That body, the way he spoke- he realized that Myhri knew little to nothing about the leader. If he was going to make anything for himself, rise up the ranks to where he would want to stand, he would have to get closer to Kliment. Earn personal favor, show that he could be useful. Something in his consciousness whispered that Myhri couldn't be useful after the city.

He pushed that thought from his head.

Myhri padded about camp, idly searching for Kliment. It wasn't an active activity, really, just a thought burning in the back of his head. He swung his head about, looking over his shoulder. He was trying to determine which was better, right at the moment, a hut or moving to dig an underground home. Or that inn of Indies, he wasn't sure. Maybe it would be best for Myhri to have a private place to stay. He sighed, looking back forward, ears shoving forward as he idly paced the camp. Myhri fluffed up his fur as he continued on.

[member=2726]KLIMENT[/member]

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