HANDS ON THAT CHAMPAGNE // Jormungand

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I NEED A SHOT AGAIN, THAT SWEET ADRENALINE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Dante couldn't help but let out a laugh at Jormungand's question. "You're asking the wrong fella, dude." He responded, his shark-like tail flicking in thought. "You were a guest there, don't forget. You have to abide by the group's rules, even if they are ridiculous." He couldn't see any other way around it. "You could talk to Gael and see if he can arrange a little talk between you, him, Elsweyr, Sojourn. See if you can come up with some sort of compromise."

Although seeing how Tanglewood had been fucked over recently by both himself and Jormungand, Dante wouldn't be surprised if Elsweyr held some sort of grudge for The Pitt and its member. Ah, well. Shame. It wasn't like he cared.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]