we'll never change | return

[pallid-i]

He lifts an eyebrow and looks over to Mynthe, staring at her with an glowing orbs. Her body language betrayed her thoughts, and even his muscles bunched up as he expected something to happen. He didn't want to get attacked again, and this time, he would strike back. Pain was not very ideal at the moment. Then Goldie spoke up and the tension in his muscles relaxed before he begrudgingly got back up, groaning softly as his bones popped. Of course there would be things to discuss.. He had been here for a short time, but he had business. Everything was business.

"Yeah, okay. I gotta get a bite to eat first. Fill this rotting stomach of mine."