08-18-2018, 02:32 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The first to arrive asked after his intentions ― perfectly understandable, as he was a stranger on their land coming from a hostile group. Not to to Sunhaven, but to everyone else. The Pitt did not make friends, but they made plenty of enemies. He looked to the small domestic cat with a polite smile, dipping his head momentarily. "The Pitt needs a healer to advise our own so it's easier to choose an erudite." had Yes Man done this out of the kindness of his heart? He was unsure if a man with slaves could act in such a way, but clearly their current leader was trying to throw a line (metaphorically speaking) to the Sunhavenners in a subtle attempt at stoking the fires underneath their arrangement. There were plenty already within their growing hub of activity to step up and lead the others, but he did not dwell on the matter any further than he had to. "Sunhaven excels in the art of healing, if what I've heard is true." they were a jack-of-all trades, weren't they? Trading, fighting, healing ... it was all so interesting.
More arrived, and they all regarded him with distaste.
He usually evoked that reaction out of others. If only he knew it was from where he came, and not his own individual being. It made no matter ― although he was accustomed to the disgust, it only proved to seed little sprouts of displeasure in his own mind. Esklav distinctly remembered the last mortal to gaze at him in such a way, which had ended up with him being pressed into the floor without a second thought. He had been threatened.
He did not like being threatened.
The smile on his face twitched downwards slightly. "My pleasure." Monroe. He was a dawnguard ― the warpriest was unsure what that meant, exactly, but he could infer it commanded authority ― and an odd sight to see. Esklav was not unfamiliar with felidae hybrids, but each time he bore witness to Mother Nature's unholy creations he wanted to know more. That was not what he was here for, however. "Sire Monroe, as I explained prior, The Pitt requires one of your healers to assist in picking one of our own. Do you know of anyone able to grant me permission to carry out such a job?"
He heard a whisper, and his eyes clung immediately to the young canine's figure. "No."
More arrived, and they all regarded him with distaste.
He usually evoked that reaction out of others. If only he knew it was from where he came, and not his own individual being. It made no matter ― although he was accustomed to the disgust, it only proved to seed little sprouts of displeasure in his own mind. Esklav distinctly remembered the last mortal to gaze at him in such a way, which had ended up with him being pressed into the floor without a second thought. He had been threatened.
He did not like being threatened.
The smile on his face twitched downwards slightly. "My pleasure." Monroe. He was a dawnguard ― the warpriest was unsure what that meant, exactly, but he could infer it commanded authority ― and an odd sight to see. Esklav was not unfamiliar with felidae hybrids, but each time he bore witness to Mother Nature's unholy creations he wanted to know more. That was not what he was here for, however. "Sire Monroe, as I explained prior, The Pitt requires one of your healers to assist in picking one of our own. Do you know of anyone able to grant me permission to carry out such a job?"
He heard a whisper, and his eyes clung immediately to the young canine's figure. "No."