12-08-2018, 05:48 PM
"That's Royalriddler,"
Morgan whispered. "That... that was Royal... riddler."
His mind first turned to the Rosebloods, but the distinctly familiar scent negated that idea. "Stryker,"
he uttered, gritting his teeth. "This was the Pitt."
The attack seemed completely out of nowhere to the samoyed, who then asked, "Did either of you see what happened?"
Shaking his head, Morgan asked,
"Have they got nothing better to do than attack the rest of us?"
Though it was a rhetorical question, part of him truly did want an answer. It was so needless, and so... unjust. "We've gotta do something about this. We've gotta. And Royalriddler needs a proper burial." As they appeared, the remains seemed almost impossible to handle carefully; the General shook his head and added, [div style="text-shadow: 0 0 1px black; display: inline"][color=#FFE499][b]"This isn't going to go unnoticed. I'll have to talk to the Guardsmen to figure something out."