We see you ;; pitt visitor

[METEOR]

METEOR

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Meteor’s fluffy tail-tip flicked. The inquisitor couldn’t tell if the Pittian was speaking the truth, but what would the blue-eyed lion gain by doing so? Perhaps the larger groups were still in the dark about the Descendents of the Departed. Well… not for much longer.

“Weapons and armor would be lovely,” Meteor purred. One of the downsides of living on a volcanic island was an annoying lack of metal and other mining resources. Or even bone—cannibalism typically sprang up in places with limited resources, and Meteor’s home was not an exception to the pattern he’d noticed in his travels.

“However, I doubt the Pitt is motivated by generosity.” His golden eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps they had a mole, and the Pitt’s leader had already learned of their plans. He wouldn’t put it past the Pitt to keep everyone’s eyes on the Descendents while the jungle kicked up their own plans. “What do you expect in return?”