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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine followed a routine -- since taking on the mantle of Ardent it saw a number of changes, but for the most part, Gael kept to it.  In particular, he maintained his patrols; padding alongside the border either in the earliest hours of the morning before the sun rose too high, or later in the evening, as the horizon bled red.

As the sun descended, the faerie stuck to his routine -- ears perked as he walked along the edge of the Pitt's territory.  Idly, he considered the 'decorations' Jervis saw fit to leave behind; the Pitt's gruesome 'warning' to outsiders.  He had a mind to tear it all down, just as Kydobi intended.

Barbaric, cheap tactics -- Gael found no intimidation within the 'wall' and he doubted it worked on others either. He huffed quietly, shaking his head; perhaps he would bring the matter up during the next meeting.  See what they think.

At least the borders were quiet lately, leaving the Ardent to his thoughts and plans.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby