Bet You're Lookin' For Somethin' New / Joining

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The Irishman was humming an old favorite sea shanty of his as he caught up with Gael and Saintkit, his usually jolly grin in place.  The small wildcat couldn't help but like the kid's fire, chuckling quietly as Tarlone backed up.

As he called himself a soldier too, Kian settled into a brief contemplative silence.  The faerie had always been a soldier -- although most knew him as a pirate now.  "No good treatin' your soldiers unwell," he muttered, throwing a glance at Gael.  A soldier he might be, but he only followed commanders he believed in -- his cousin among them.

"This desert 'an the jungle belong to the Pitt.  Sort of a roughed up band of outcasts if you're interested." He added with a wink, tail twitching.  Extra paws were always nice after all but Kian couldn't help but feel more for a soldier needing a better home.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together