[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Abe. Weird name for a fishdog, but he'd go with it. Red wasn't sure what to make of the situation - how long had he been watching them all? Was there a reason why he'd hidden himself for such great lengths of time? Were there more of them in the depths? He figured it wouldn't be right to hammer him with questions so quickly; they only needed to worry about one thing at a time, but he still tucked his concerns away for later.
"Uh," He was nice, nice in a way that made Red feel stupid for second-guessing himself. His language is stilted, and Red thinks that with such formality, maybe Abe has been around this place longer than any of them could imagine. He looks at the others and watches their measured responses. Abe had essentially pointed out that none of them really owned the territory from the get-go, only inhabited it - okay, that was fair. "I played mascot for a human government. It's a long story."
Oh, he needed something to eat. Red thinks briefly that the request is somewhat absurd - a fish, a dog, some kind of amphibious creature on an everlasting hunt for a good egg - but then realizes that it's perhaps the most normal thing to come of their conversation. He gestures off vaguely in the direction of camp, where the lesser-known landmarks of the territory lie beyond. "...There's a farm in the northern part of the territory. Lots of chickens running around, plenty of eggs. There aren't a lot of waterways up there, so I guess you haven't seen it before." Red pauses, tilting his head slightly. The thought to introduce himself or discuss the joining rules with Leroy doesn't really cross him; he's got other things on his mind. "I could show you the way, but - well, can you breathe out of water? It's a long hike."
"Uh," He was nice, nice in a way that made Red feel stupid for second-guessing himself. His language is stilted, and Red thinks that with such formality, maybe Abe has been around this place longer than any of them could imagine. He looks at the others and watches their measured responses. Abe had essentially pointed out that none of them really owned the territory from the get-go, only inhabited it - okay, that was fair. "I played mascot for a human government. It's a long story."
Oh, he needed something to eat. Red thinks briefly that the request is somewhat absurd - a fish, a dog, some kind of amphibious creature on an everlasting hunt for a good egg - but then realizes that it's perhaps the most normal thing to come of their conversation. He gestures off vaguely in the direction of camp, where the lesser-known landmarks of the territory lie beyond. "...There's a farm in the northern part of the territory. Lots of chickens running around, plenty of eggs. There aren't a lot of waterways up there, so I guess you haven't seen it before." Red pauses, tilting his head slightly. The thought to introduce himself or discuss the joining rules with Leroy doesn't really cross him; he's got other things on his mind. "I could show you the way, but - well, can you breathe out of water? It's a long hike."
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME