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Roan needed something to focus on. That was nearly almost true for the workaholic soothsayer, but it seemed to only be more prominent these days. Mainly due to the recent injuries that his mama had sustained. He didn't know the full story of what had happened there, but what he did know was that it filled him with anger every time he thought about it. So, he decided to focus his anger and frantic energy into other things. Productive things. And quite frankly, things that needed to be done anyways, considering the current state of The Typhoon. Roan knew that at least Vayne and Danny were missing. No matter the circumstances, it seemed as though they were almost being picked off one by one, and the siamese really wasn't a fan of that.
He decided to do the most logical thing, then – take a headcount. See who was still around and who was missing, and make sure that they were all healthy. It only seemed logical to assume that the next step would be a raid to get those that had been lost back, and Roan figured it made the most sense to check up on things now. Less chance of severe injuries if he made sure that everyone was healthy and ready for a potential battle. Plus, looking everyone over would give him something to do. Something to focus his manic and angry energy on, so that he wouldn't spend all day pacing around the temple, wanting to scrape his claws on the cold and unfeeling stone. Not that he would mention that urge to anybody else – he didn't need anyone worrying about him. He was supposed to be the one watching over everyone, ot the other away around, and he was going to keep things that way.
Picking up his satchel in his jaws, the draconic feline had flown out to settle down near the tavern, figuring it was a good midpoint between pretty much everywhere. Taking a deep breath in, he called out in his usual gruff and demanding tone, "Hey! If you're a member of The Typhoon and you can walk, get your ass over here!" Perhaps it was a little more sharp than usual. He didn't mean for it to be, his emotions were just... keeping him on edge, at the moment. As a few NPCs began to gather, Roan lowered his voice only slightly, explaining, "I'm doing a headcount of everyone who's still standing around here. If you haven't noticed, we've had at least a couple of our members disappear recently – seemingly taken by the Coalition. And since it seems likely that we'll eventually have to fight to get them back, I'm also performing checkups on everyone here. After all, if you're not in top shape then you're not gonna be a help during a potential raid – you'll just be a hindrance." He made no effort to soften his words, and he certainly didn't miss the way that a few of the nearby NPCs winced. He just ignored them, glancing around before he questioned, "So, who's going first, then?" Straight to the point – no reason to drag things out.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]He decided to do the most logical thing, then – take a headcount. See who was still around and who was missing, and make sure that they were all healthy. It only seemed logical to assume that the next step would be a raid to get those that had been lost back, and Roan figured it made the most sense to check up on things now. Less chance of severe injuries if he made sure that everyone was healthy and ready for a potential battle. Plus, looking everyone over would give him something to do. Something to focus his manic and angry energy on, so that he wouldn't spend all day pacing around the temple, wanting to scrape his claws on the cold and unfeeling stone. Not that he would mention that urge to anybody else – he didn't need anyone worrying about him. He was supposed to be the one watching over everyone, ot the other away around, and he was going to keep things that way.
Picking up his satchel in his jaws, the draconic feline had flown out to settle down near the tavern, figuring it was a good midpoint between pretty much everywhere. Taking a deep breath in, he called out in his usual gruff and demanding tone, "Hey! If you're a member of The Typhoon and you can walk, get your ass over here!" Perhaps it was a little more sharp than usual. He didn't mean for it to be, his emotions were just... keeping him on edge, at the moment. As a few NPCs began to gather, Roan lowered his voice only slightly, explaining, "I'm doing a headcount of everyone who's still standing around here. If you haven't noticed, we've had at least a couple of our members disappear recently – seemingly taken by the Coalition. And since it seems likely that we'll eventually have to fight to get them back, I'm also performing checkups on everyone here. After all, if you're not in top shape then you're not gonna be a help during a potential raid – you'll just be a hindrance." He made no effort to soften his words, and he certainly didn't miss the way that a few of the nearby NPCs winced. He just ignored them, glancing around before he questioned, "So, who's going first, then?" Straight to the point – no reason to drag things out.
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