07-17-2018, 01:05 PM
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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Hearing the announcement for an incoming raid was a flash of interest for the quartermaster. Too long had they been stuck in a considerable snag in things recently, and the wolf couldn't help the rush at the possibility of claiming their own capture or something equally challenging for them. It had been some time since they had participated in a raid, much less one that they had in mind to actually capture. Maybe Argus should send a bit of a scout to pick out someone with actual information.
The wolf took note of the started chatting about the oncoming raid. Dull red eyes focusing on Rochelle and making note of the current conversation. "Hn" The wolf hums out, pulling out her own blade. "If anyone need's their weapons sharpened, or just a weapon in general feel free to come get me." Argus may not be the officer no more, but they still had a stash of wetstones for their own blade.
The wolf took note of the started chatting about the oncoming raid. Dull red eyes focusing on Rochelle and making note of the current conversation. "Hn" The wolf hums out, pulling out her own blade. "If anyone need's their weapons sharpened, or just a weapon in general feel free to come get me." Argus may not be the officer no more, but they still had a stash of wetstones for their own blade.