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Tanglewood. Roan had never held a very high opinion of the other group, even if they were one of The Typhoon's longest standing allies. That was mostly as a result of Vigenere's period of leadership, though. The Cipher getting captured and needing Goldie to rescue him had aggravated and unsettled the medic, as well as solidified Tanglewood as a weak group in his mind. The takeover by the Coalition hadn't caused his opinion to become any higher, and this situation wouldn't either. Although, at the very least, this particular event couldn't really be said to actually be Tanglewood's fault. A rush of furiously hot weather and a drought was merely something natural, and nothing that any of them could've prevented merely by being stronger. It wasn't the same as a takeover, or their leader being taken. And at the very least, the siamese would admire them for being able to ask for help.
The slow ringing of the bell was what attracted Roan over, the soothsayer arriving not long after his mama, and Keona. He settled down near Roxanne's side, briefly pressing his pelt against her own before he looked over Arrow, and the others she had brought with her. It took him only a couple of moments before he spoke up, gaze narrowed, "...You're unwell. All of you. What's going on...?" Had some kind of sickness swept through their group? It didn't seem like it. Mainly because he'd hope they'd have the common sense to not send potential disease spreaders out to other groups. Still, none of them looked to be in particularly good shape. Malnourished, dehydrated... even if they weren't dealing with a sickness at the moment, one could very easily ravage a group in such a sorry state. Not that he wanted that to happen, he had merely been trained to watch out for the worst case scenarios when it came to... anything, really. It was part of being a medic – a precaution to make sure you didn't become too comfortable, or cocky.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]The slow ringing of the bell was what attracted Roan over, the soothsayer arriving not long after his mama, and Keona. He settled down near Roxanne's side, briefly pressing his pelt against her own before he looked over Arrow, and the others she had brought with her. It took him only a couple of moments before he spoke up, gaze narrowed, "...You're unwell. All of you. What's going on...?" Had some kind of sickness swept through their group? It didn't seem like it. Mainly because he'd hope they'd have the common sense to not send potential disease spreaders out to other groups. Still, none of them looked to be in particularly good shape. Malnourished, dehydrated... even if they weren't dealing with a sickness at the moment, one could very easily ravage a group in such a sorry state. Not that he wanted that to happen, he had merely been trained to watch out for the worst case scenarios when it came to... anything, really. It was part of being a medic – a precaution to make sure you didn't become too comfortable, or cocky.
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