supply visit [★] resolve

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Tanglewood. In the past, Michael had tried his best to avoid the other group as much as possible, mainly due to his own past actions. While his time in The Pitt was quite a ways in the past, and he very much regretted his actions from back then, he still felt nervous. He didn't want to be attacked, or tried and hung as a terrible villain. Of course, they'd have plenty of reason to, considering what he had done. Still, he had changed since then. Quite a bit, at least in his own opinion – and the opinion of others, from what he had been told. So, all he could hope was that things would go well now, especially considering he, Keona, Salem, and Natyli were all there for diplomatic reasons.

Vaguely, he wondered how Tanglewood would feel about so many of them being there at once. They were essentially a small troupe, but that made sense, considering what had happened last time Keona had come. Just the thought made the bobcat's ears pin down, a soft sigh leaving him. Choosing not to focus on that for now – nor the group whose lands they were currently sitting on – Michael instead focused his attention on Natyli. Smiling a bit down at his niece, the dealer said in a teasing tone, "You're not planning on causing any trouble today, right? I seem to remember your brother and the rest of you getting escorted back after... what was it? Painting the trees?" He still didn't entirely understand that prank. Wasn't that essentially just decorating?

— Reggan