09-02-2019, 04:10 PM
Wormwood smiled and nodded when Kamara confirmed that she would help out with the average tasks around the group, and the hellhound barked as he nodded his head enthusiastically, "Ah, yeah, just follow me, alright? I'll show you to our main camp, where you can find a house to take up residence in for a bit." He was unaware of the other's thoughts about the Tangler's mortality, but if the goddess had honestly asked him, he probably wouldn't have been able to answer in any sort of straightforward way, since he truthfully wasn't sure with his recent transformation. He seemed to be undead in this form, so he assumed that he couldn't die now, but he was unaware of him having any strange supernatural ability to stay alive. He found that he preferred not to think about it, especially considering how many people had died recently, and he didn't particularly want to think about joining all of those people. He knew it was selfish, but he was in no particular rush to die as of recently – which was different to when he had first left the pride, and he had been at the lowest point of his life.
The small hellhound turned and led Kamara onward through the swampland, carefully maneuvering from raised log to raised log to avoid getting too dirty. Eventually they broke through the tightly packed trees and muddy land to arrive at the central town that the tanglers called home, full of various buildings and holding the large library in the middle that acted as a centerpiece. Wormwood barked softly as he looked around, shaking some mud from his bone claws and glancing around at the various buildings around, "These buildings are what most of us call home, but there's still plenty of them that don't have anybody in them yet, and there shouldn't be an issue with you resting in one for as long as you need. I know that one over to the right is empty." He gestured over at one of the houses and smiled back at Kamara, his tail wagging behind him at getting to show someone around.
The small hellhound turned and led Kamara onward through the swampland, carefully maneuvering from raised log to raised log to avoid getting too dirty. Eventually they broke through the tightly packed trees and muddy land to arrive at the central town that the tanglers called home, full of various buildings and holding the large library in the middle that acted as a centerpiece. Wormwood barked softly as he looked around, shaking some mud from his bone claws and glancing around at the various buildings around, "These buildings are what most of us call home, but there's still plenty of them that don't have anybody in them yet, and there shouldn't be an issue with you resting in one for as long as you need. I know that one over to the right is empty." He gestured over at one of the houses and smiled back at Kamara, his tail wagging behind him at getting to show someone around.
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— Reggan