Echo! Echo! {Joiner}

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｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

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TOYHOUSE —–-—

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SOOTHSAYER –-—

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TYPHOON —–-—

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Well, Echo was already proving herself to be... interesting. Quite frankly, though, Roan didn't care much about the other's strange pattern of speech. Rather, he was just glad that the raven actually could speak, and he wasn't just a crazy person talking to a piece of prey. Although, even if he had been, at least Keona would also look a bit ridiculous for coming over, even if she was blind and had more of an excuse than he. Either way, the medic's attention had immediately focused in on the situation at hand, tail flicking back and forth as he listened to what Echolalia had to say. She had come a long way, huh? It didn't seem like it would be a big deal for her to stay, especially considering she would have a minimal drain on their resources. So, with a casual flick of his paw, the soothsayer found himself muttering, "Ah... well, you can stay here for a while, if you want. Not exactly like we don't have room for you..." Although, it would be pretty funny to see a tiny raven claim an entire room in the tavern.

Glancing over as Vayne approached, Roan flicked an ear as he listened to what she had to say, eventually nodding. He could certainly help with the pain, even if he was running a little low on poppy seeds as of late. It didn't help that everyone was getting injured one after another, it seemed. Poking around in the satchel that hung at his side, the siamese eventually produced a few poppy seeds, placing them in front of Echo. He spoke softly as he did so, expression still neutral, "Here's some poppy seeds. They should help with the soreness in your wings." His head then tilted to one side, blue gaze gleaming with curiosity as he questioned, "...Have you got some kind of name? Mine is Roan. Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux. My mama's the captain, and I'm sure she won't mind you sticking around, like Vayne said." Roxie never really seemed to sweat the small stuff. And Echo certainly fit into that small stuff category.[/td][/tr][/table]