boat race | open | run across the swamp

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Following in the steps that Scyllios left behind, Alexandre grew close to the group and settled near the front. They were willing to go on the condition that they could somehow finagle their way out of labor, but that was on a rare chance with Morrison's pestering. Even so, they had to at least do something. The island was beginning to grow cold due to the weather and something had to be done to keep warm. That said, they offered a paw up to the leader and the former captain.

With their paw raised, whether they were called on or not, they began to speak. "Is maiming allowed?" Their tone was serious but their expression remained confident and cocky with a smile. After all, they said no murder. Not no harm in general.