08-27-2018, 02:08 PM
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The heat was a common complaint with newer members, and even if he could only feel the heat in very, very small measures, he could not blame them. The desert was a wasteland, unkind to the woes of trespassers. Much like their sharp-tongued occupants who would be quicker to draw blood than discuss any peaceful alternatives to violence. That, besides the casual ignorance of the members themselves, was one of the many cons of being in such a place. No matter - he would not pretend to be a saint in that aspect, nor would he seek to change the attitude. In fact, he stuck by it, went so far as to invoke all of their ideals to fend off strangers asking after their nefarious intentions. If someone stole something of yours, clearly you were not deserving of it. That they had the gall to threaten them on their own borders rubbed him the wrong way afterwards.
"Of course. Here we have an auto acceptance policy that allows anyone to join unless we have good reason to deny them." sometimes he did not know how that would be efficient. What if there was a spy to show up one day, infiltrate their ranks, and reveal their secrets? All because they had been careless? Never mind that. The leopon ambled forward, his cold eyes gliding over the forms of his children before settling on the two that would be joining them. "I'm Esklav, the warpriest here. Our leader is Yes Man. If you have any questions, direct them to me or anyone else of authority, and we'd be happy to assist. Do try not to get mixed in with the slaves if you can help it."
The heat was a common complaint with newer members, and even if he could only feel the heat in very, very small measures, he could not blame them. The desert was a wasteland, unkind to the woes of trespassers. Much like their sharp-tongued occupants who would be quicker to draw blood than discuss any peaceful alternatives to violence. That, besides the casual ignorance of the members themselves, was one of the many cons of being in such a place. No matter - he would not pretend to be a saint in that aspect, nor would he seek to change the attitude. In fact, he stuck by it, went so far as to invoke all of their ideals to fend off strangers asking after their nefarious intentions. If someone stole something of yours, clearly you were not deserving of it. That they had the gall to threaten them on their own borders rubbed him the wrong way afterwards.
"Of course. Here we have an auto acceptance policy that allows anyone to join unless we have good reason to deny them." sometimes he did not know how that would be efficient. What if there was a spy to show up one day, infiltrate their ranks, and reveal their secrets? All because they had been careless? Never mind that. The leopon ambled forward, his cold eyes gliding over the forms of his children before settling on the two that would be joining them. "I'm Esklav, the warpriest here. Our leader is Yes Man. If you have any questions, direct them to me or anyone else of authority, and we'd be happy to assist. Do try not to get mixed in with the slaves if you can help it."