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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine had found himself increasing his daily patrols once more -- wary from recent days.  Between Jormungand's reckless actions and a recent death in the desert, the Ardent intended to be cautious and vigilant.

It had been some time since he discovered travelers on the border; bearing no scent of their neighbors.  Gael smoothly altered his route to meet them, hazel gaze analyzing the pair silently.  Neither appeared aggressive, although one seemed partially annoyed with the other.

The Ardent inclined his head, preparing to greet the duo when it occurred to him the clouded leopard's aura felt too familiar -- as though he were looking at a ghost.  I see.  As though the hesitation never occurred, the faerie spoke; tone kept simple and polite.  "May I have your names and business with the Pitt?"

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent