I WANNA KILL ME A GIANT MAN ; joiner?

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The marader’s concern was a hard to detect thing: but it was there all the same as other’s joined their little group. Jack could not claim ignorance to who the roux was, the name meant nothing, but it implied a history and a loyalty to the typhoon. He was worried, beyond the faux innocence Jack showed, his unharried attitude was a misdirection. It was part of his job to scope out enemies: and someone with known aligance to the typhoon should be something the ardent had a say on. If for nothing else the implications that the typhoon had pushed one of their own out. How stable was the leader’s hold there?

No, his main concern was the Pitt itself: the people inside it. Sweeny, Aine, and Gael all had history towards him: it made this seem all the more interesting. They all vouched for him: all wanted him here in the pitt, and beyond the fact that jack could see the sadness tampered in the stranger’s voice Jack noted allowed them to cheer him up: presenting an opportunity. It was with a put upon sign Jack would’ve spoken up. A glimmer of an earnest, reproachful smile towards the gathered group before the arden’ts shadow dropped over the marauder’s frame.

It was made obvious that Trygve wasn’t an outside, in any form of the word. His expression crumbled upon gael’s response: the youth attempting to grapple the Vicar into a hug, Jack felt his own smile lighten. Made him yearn just a little bit more for the family that was scattered.

Jack’s loyalty were always to the people: growing up a nomad made him uncaring of the place he found his paws. It was the company that he traveled with- settled with. He let out a low hum.

“you have roots here already it seems” jack’s voice fit through the emotional upheaval, hoping to cut into the other’s attention- and if not: Jack would be satisfied leaving him with the rest of his found family. “If you need any help, feel free to seek me out. ”