FINE. + TANGLERS

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine felt his brows raise, unimpressed by Aurum's immediate outburst and pulling Aine closer to protect her from the sight of flames.  Arrogant 'righteous' fools.

Rather than bother with the lion, Gael let his daughter catch his full attention.  Voicing the question of the day, which the Tanglers seemed intent to believe an unnecessary inquiry.

"Tá sé ceart go leor," he soothed gently, nodding to Kydobi as the jaguar approached.

With a blink of his eyes, the faerie listened to Leroy.  His head continued to rest in its inclined state, considering each word and demand.  He found reason within due process and punishment, but held back a snort at the canine's concluding statements. 

Hell itself would fail to move him to ever join Tanglewood -- surround himself with the very faces who left Aine scarred with nightmares.

The vulpine felt inclined to point that fact out to any newcomers, should the demand be enforced.

"Despite your obvious presumptions," Gael replied after a long moment, his accented voice remaining cool in tone, "I speak for myself 'an Aine, when I say we didn't know of this."

Indeed, he began to wonder who possessed any potential motive.  Many new faces had begun to appear, oblivious to the past -- Gael knew none of the newcomers well on a personal level.

In the end, the decisions fell to Kydobi -- whom he suspected may come to same conclusion as he did.  New members they have yet to understand left many open suspects.

"I see no issue with enforcing justice," he pointed out at length, speaking more to his Ardent.  "But we'll have to discern who did it first."

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby