From the grave - January 27th meeting

[Morgan]

After what felt like a hundred years since his last bit of activity, Morgan stumbled out into the town square. His pelt was matted down and dirty, his countenance teetering on the border between neutral and lethargic. He wore no bracers, no satchel, no mask and no armor. All he wore were signs that things were simply not right.

"Hey, Tanglers."

He spat out a tired bark, sitting back on his haunches in front of the statue he would have normally climbed onto.

"Looks like it's meeting time."

He struggled to remember what few things he saw happen during the previous month, finding that it was all a dull blur.

"I... I'm..."

He could not quite bring himself to continue that apology, focusing instead on the pressing issue of new Tanglers.

"I'll welcome the new Tanglers."

The samoyed looked around in an attempt to sense new blood, but everyone's colors seemed weak.

"Imali and Lavi, and I think... I think that's it. Welcome, both of you. Please don't disappear."

His tone was one of complete earnest; after a long pause, he returned to his announcements.

"Crow's a Guardsman now, and... nothing else for promotions."

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts to move onto the next announcement.

"The Pitt is requesting an alliance with us now... I'm honestly not sure where to go with it. They've killed some of us. They've tortured some of us. This'd only be a more obvious trap if someone told us straight out."

He frowned, shaking his head once more.

"The story about the Rosebloods's a bit worrying too, but we don't really have much of a reason to believe it, do we?"

He looked around as if to find an answer, but continued,

"We'll still have to think about the possibility of an alliance. It's probably not gonna happen, but it might still be worth talking about."

"I don't really have much else to say. I'm sorry."

The apology was twofold; the rather short set of announcements was hardly helped by his less-than-enthusiastic attitude.

"I've really let myself go this month."

The General leaned back against the statue, choosing to stay around rather than heading home as he normally did.