10-06-2018, 08:12 AM
Unkempt brows upheaved out of significance, his amber optics casting a keen glare at the munchkin of a mammal. What curiosity had been brewing was not at all related to the fox’s presence, but the fox’s stony disposition. Sunhaven was a merchant hub, was it not? Was it customary for its tradespeople to boorishly demand a fresh face’s business upon arrival like this? Leroy was not offended by this in any way, only caught off guard. Once thinking about it, he’d suppose that in times like these you’ve to be plenty careful in in times like these - still, the mongrel had not received the warm welcome which was anticipated.
"Now tha’ don’t answer my question, does it, smartypants?" his deep tone’d deride lightly, having a go at the stranger’s defensive proclivity, whom, by carefully judging his words, came across unmistakably as a Sunhavener. The fox’s blindness to a friendly personality bothered Leroy none, for if the mutt truly desired to, it was likely that he’d be able to swallow the runt in a single bite or two - yet he’d desist from doing so on account of maintaining his home and Sunhaven’s positive affinity. ”Your leader may have brought up that your group and mine are fort’with allies, per se. I’m the ambassador from Tanglewood, my name’s Leroy Starkweather,”, his oversized noggin dipping in a virtuous bow whilst saying so, ”and though ’s a genuinely disgusting shithole, ‘s our disgusting shithole.” The guardsman had not seen his comments as vulgar, solely modest. It took balls to express honesty about one’s attributes, and he would be lying if he told that Tanglewood was a bustling hamlet. Honestly, the tribe was more of a close group of misfits rather than a guild of any sorts, considering the dwindling population living in the swamps. That was subject to change, he hoped.
”I bring not gifts”, Leroy continued unremittingly, ”though I’ve a lotta news ta share if anybody wan’s to do the same.”
"Now tha’ don’t answer my question, does it, smartypants?" his deep tone’d deride lightly, having a go at the stranger’s defensive proclivity, whom, by carefully judging his words, came across unmistakably as a Sunhavener. The fox’s blindness to a friendly personality bothered Leroy none, for if the mutt truly desired to, it was likely that he’d be able to swallow the runt in a single bite or two - yet he’d desist from doing so on account of maintaining his home and Sunhaven’s positive affinity. ”Your leader may have brought up that your group and mine are fort’with allies, per se. I’m the ambassador from Tanglewood, my name’s Leroy Starkweather,”, his oversized noggin dipping in a virtuous bow whilst saying so, ”and though ’s a genuinely disgusting shithole, ‘s our disgusting shithole.” The guardsman had not seen his comments as vulgar, solely modest. It took balls to express honesty about one’s attributes, and he would be lying if he told that Tanglewood was a bustling hamlet. Honestly, the tribe was more of a close group of misfits rather than a guild of any sorts, considering the dwindling population living in the swamps. That was subject to change, he hoped.
”I bring not gifts”, Leroy continued unremittingly, ”though I’ve a lotta news ta share if anybody wan’s to do the same.”