02-27-2020, 10:04 AM
[div style="margin: auto; text-align: right; padding-right: 14%; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; max-width: 600px; margin-top: 40px; font-family: georgia; color: #abbde2;"]I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #040c23; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%;color: #abbde2;"] The sound of Kydobi's voice drug the doctor from out of his hidy- hole. Julian wasn't much of a griever and he hadn't been real closer to Redvox, but his death had been so sudden. So unexpected; so brutal.
The thought that this Pittian wanted to speak with Redvox, a corpse, brought a grimace to his masked face. He knew of how The Pitt fuction but he also knew they were trying to get better, that didn't change what the pitt was. Through a muffled tone stuck behind leather, the man managed to grumble a few sentences. Not knowing Redvox was burned to a crisp or not, Kydobi still had no right to speak the Ex-Harbinger's name so freely.
"He's dead, Kydobi, Aslisk is in charge. If you want an alliance with Halls of Hiraeth then there no need to talk to a corpse. Talk to her."
Julian scoffed at the jaguar, an alliance with the Halls? The man narrowed his gaze upon the feline, something was up. That couldn't be all he was really here for, Kydobi was going to start something just like that pirate in the Typhoon.
How disgusting...