PARIS — JOINING

[VANDAL R.]

"Hallucinogenic drink? More like nightmare fuel." Vandal is quick to make her approach from the skies, satisfied with hovering just a little above the others' heads, four black wings flexing to churn the air and keep herself airborne. Her neon gaze watches the tall mare for a moment, particularly curious of the horn adorning her head. It's a pretty piece, nice and decorative but likely effective as a weapon - she shouldn't get distracted.

"Anyway, yeah. Y'can find a place to hole up in and whatnot but before you're really in, y'gotta drink the jungle juice," she admits with a shrug of her shoulders. She herself had spent a few days just lounging around the camp until she decided it was time for her to down the drink - she'd thought it would be nothing more than just another drunk siesta but alas! The jungle juice managed to get a kick out of her. "I's not pretty, but it ain't gonna poison you or nothin'."

There's a period of silence coming from the wolf before speaking again, the rune on her chest flickering slightly at a memory she files away for later. "Anyway, other than that, you're good to go. Vandal Roux, by the way, at your humble service! If you'd like to be toured around or led back to Camp, lemme know and we can probably make that happen."