Nothing left to say now - Joining, Open

[MORAG TONG.]

Cshio'ku? That was certainly... a new one. Morag Tong had never heard such a word before, confusion filling him as the rough voice of Muse rang out through the air. Despite not recognizing that particular phrase, the words that came after held more familiarity, drawing the spiritualist over as usual. He arrived shortly after Kainan, settling into a seated position beside the hybrid as he looked Muse over. The bags that hung from the other's sides were of particular interest to the male, although not because he thought they would be an issue. They didn't smell of herbs, nor did they look like they held any weapons, instead he smelled... paint? Was that from himself and Kainan, or was it from this newcomer? Had an artist stumbled upon their humble little tribe? That certainly was lucky, considering their traditions.

Seeing as Kainan had dealt with the usual opening question, Morag simply waved his tail in greeting at Muse, his voice a calm rumble, "Hey there. I'm Morag Tong, the spiritualist of the Tribe." He knew the other wouldn't know exactly what the title of spiritualist entailed, but that was fine. Hopefully the title alone would be enough to let Muse know that he and Kainan were serious. It didn't seem like the other had come to cause any trouble – they probably wouldn't have called out if they were going to – but one could never be too careful.