TRUTH HURTS ☆ exploring

[Kian.]

It's within the tavern the Irishman notices the sudden appearance and departure of Hushsound.  The feline is unfamiliar to him enough to warrent the neccessary curiousity to step out himself.  The rusty spotted cat furrowed his brow until he spotted him again, padding over with a friendly gleam in his sea-green eyes.

Soon, he realized the other communicated via written word.  Luckily, the faerie knew how to read, as most of his family. "Depends on preference," the pirate offered immediately, rolling his shoulders back in a relaxed shrug.  "Ya can stay wherever ya like.  'Course, if you decide to claim yourself a member of a specific division, ya could stay where they normally stay.  The Grimrays stay on the Tempest, the Necro Mambas the treehouses and the Blackjack Rats reside on th' beach, in the huts."

The anchored tempest felt familiar to Kian regardless of divison standing.  He afterall decided to be among the Grimrays, with the Necro Mambas as his secondary.  He hardly expected anyone to care if the cat chose someplace without division in mind.  "The tavern has rooms too, but it's not always the quiestest place."

A quiet chuckle left his maw, tail flicking.  The small feline offered a broad smile as he inclined his head suddenly, "'m Kian by the way, happy to help ya in anyway lad."

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