There's really no escape until he dies -- open; joining

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]It had been a relatively slow day and for that, the snow leopard was thankful. She had been bed ridden for the last week and was slowly getting back into the swing of things, slightly fatigued from the illness that had plagued her. At least that god awful pain had finally subsided, the traces of her former headache might still linger but that incessant ache had dissipated and left her feeling more clear-minded and free than she had since she had ascended to leadership. It would appear that they had one joiner today though, and such deemed to demand her immediate attention.

Resisting the urge to sigh, Agathe would abandon her spot near the border to approach Papercrown, nothing save a look of apathy embracing her pale features. "What's your name and business here, stranger?" Came her idly inquiry, a brow arching mildly. They hadn't had many joiners as of late so she supposed that she should be grateful that somebody had come along. Maybe more would be behind him. Maybe.