BETTER TIME - open; sunhaven ambassador

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]The cold wasn't much to Floris' comfort either, and he'd say the same went for many of the people here. Over time, it was starting to lock up his joints, make him a bit slower, and considering the current state of Snowbound -overtaken by an egotistical prick- it pissed him off even further that he should be even slightly debilitated in a fight. If he could leave, he would- although that would necessitate an upheaval of his character and morality. When this was over, he probably wouldn't stay, but he wouldn't abandon them when they were short on tough bastards, and he was willing to take the hits other people couldn't. Duty was bred into him, as much a part of Floris as his plates, however little it gained him in the end.

That didn't matter. Doing what he could to squeeze out from under the thumb of an asshole did, and meeting with ambassadors wasn't part of his idea of helping but he'd do it anyway. Atbash would've been a better first welcome, though. Making nice had never been Floris' job. "Here I thought everyone'd forgotten about this place," the dragon commented, his good mandible twitching while he briefly studied the oddly mutated feline. "Floris Sicarion. I'm sure someone will eat it." He needed to find a reliable food source for himself. If it wasn't the cold or the Pitt that'd kill him, it was the lack of food Floris could eat.

"What's it like in Sunhaven? Warm? You don't have to stand out here if you don't want to."