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He would soon learn that this was something that happened within every group every so-often, and he'd find normalcy in the call of the horn.
Coming to a stop underneath the throne - too close to the throne, he was practically touching it at this point - the young Roux would crane his neck up and stare at his cousin, waiting for something to be said. He wanted to be the first to hear it.
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[div style="max-width: 500px; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;line-height:16px;text-indent:30px;"]At first, Torsten didn't know what to do when he heard the call of the horn that signaled the meetings that were held within the Typhoon. The young boy had never been to a meeting before, had never heard the horn, and was just plain confused for a moment, before he saw a flock of NPC's making their way to the Deep Sea Dome, and so he'd follow. Curiosity pricked at the male's mind as he followed the wave, waiting for something to happen, though he was calm, glad that there didn't seem to be anything odd going on, everyone here made it seem as though this was normal. He would soon learn that this was something that happened within every group every so-often, and he'd find normalcy in the call of the horn.
Coming to a stop underneath the throne - too close to the throne, he was practically touching it at this point - the young Roux would crane his neck up and stare at his cousin, waiting for something to be said. He wanted to be the first to hear it.