02-28-2020, 10:11 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;"] Oh how fucking dare him.
"So, in forming an alliance.." he grumled. "You want to hunting rights on the Halls lands. You want our lots to have neutral respect so you can hunt what little prey we have?"
Typical. Was that really a good idea? Some of the members didn't like pttians, he being one of them. However, he didn't mind the trading part. "Trading.." Julian turned his glare towards the wyvren nodding, a small smile pulling at his lips, then back to the feline. Trading was good, he needed new herbs and The Pittian's jungle was a goldmine to an herbalist. "Odd question, how hot does it really get?" If it would get too hot then the leaves, petals, and stems would wilt far worse than plants in spring heat even if he dried them. Plus the mask upon his face would cloud up, his vision through the glass, and he'd over heat without fresh, cold air.
Aslisk was a capable, smart Harbinger, but some part of him wished she was as novice as a kit. He'd look at her, he nodded again. Hopefully she'd get the message, but she might not acknowledge it. After all, he was just a cleric not even close to a Regent, he had no authority to make decisions like this.
Did he care? No.