Well ain't this just a ding dang darn mess! - Joining Attempt

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

This newcomer certainly seemed... interesting. It was far from the first time that someone had fallen victim to Tanglewood's swampiness, and the proxy very highly doubted it would be the last time, but normally not so many people showed up to help out. Aurum watched carefully as Vathmos assisted Eulogy back up onto somewhat solid land, and the female shook herself out, clearly a bit embarrassed by the predicament that show had found herself in. Aurum couldn't say he blamed her, although his own reaction to the mud and muck of Tanglewood had been one more of anger, rather than embarrassment. Putting that aside, Aurum knew that there was more to be said to this newcomer than there already had been, and he found himself sitting up upon Abathur's arrival, stretching out his tired limbs and shaking off the last bits of drowsiness before focusing on Eulogy. Offering the newly freed female a calm and warm smile to welcome her into the group, Aurum tilted his head to one side before speaking, "I am glad that you're alright... I'm sorry you ended up trapped in there in the first place. But now that that's resolved, would you mind telling me your name? As well as why you might be here? Because even if you're just passing through, this is Tanglewood territory." He tried his best to be a mixture of calm and helpful while also maintaining a sort of intimidating and commanding air, considering the fact that Tanglewood needed to make sure their borders were firmly protected and enforced. Couldn't have people thinking they could just wander through without a reason and without consequences. That's how they ended up with scenarios like the fight with Kydobi and Astiar. Just the thought of that whole damn incident made a scowl want to curl its way onto Aurum's face, although the proxy held back from doing so, not wanting Eulogy to think that she had done something horribly wrong to anger him. He could always just fume silently about that later, as if he hadn't done enough of that.

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