10-16-2018, 04:52 PM
[size=9pt]I know, I know, you said not to go alone. "I did." Confirms Moon, perhaps a touch gruffly, lips drawn down and gaze pinched ever so slightly, disapproval evident. "'Less you're looking to get a pirate hook to the throat or Sunhaven's manic head honcho on your ass, I'd recommend you listen to me next time." He's already got his old Cleric's bag spilled out on the ground, though, and he settles down unwillingly by the stranger's side, motioning for him to give him his paw. Maybe Dres wanted to die - and Moon didn't blame him - but this massive mess of corpses and raids that'd been pilling up on their backs the past two weeks was something Moon took seriously, and he wasn't interested in this guy spreading the word that you could waltz out on a border patrol alone and expect a sprained paw to be the worst of the consequences. "Gimme," he mumbles, holding out his own paw, and then pauses to turn to Agathe when something dawns on him. "Hey-- give Azazel a shout for me, would you?"
[member=2471]azazel.[/member]
[member=2471]azazel.[/member]
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]