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It wasn't all too long ago that several members of Tanglewood had arrived on The Typhoon's tracks, all looking like absolute shit. Maybe that was a bit cruel to say, considering the circumstances, but it was also true. The drought had left them all exhausted and starving, and they had arrived on the border in that state. Initially, Roan had been annoyed, ready to snap at them or turn them away. He already had his issues with the allied group, and he didn't believe in handouts – not if they had somehow managed to get themselves fucked over by another group again. When he had heard that the culprit was a drought this time, though, he had hesitated. The weather wasn't something that they had the ability to control. Not without a whole lot of elementals being used all at once, at least. So, even though it was a bit begrudgingly, he had turned over some of his supplies to them, and had even asked some NPCs to make sure that they were fed before they left. He figured he wouldn't face any protests from his mama, considering she had always been of the mindset to keep allies comfy and close.

Now, it was a while later, and Roan had noticed something – rain. Not within The Typhoon's territory, but within Tanglewood's. It wasn't hard to notice the dark clouds gathered above the swamp when he was flying through the sky, and he almost wanted to laugh aloud when he saw them. Well... he supposed that would help. He knew that one bout of rain wasn't enough to cure an entire emergency, though. It would still be a while before they recovered fully, and that was only if the rain continued. So, even though he was still somewhat hesitant to do so, he had headed back to the temple to grab a few more supplies. Nothing hugely important or impressive, but enough to be of help – plenty of bandages, and various herbs that would be useful no matter what. It was a decent haul, and he packed it all into a basket before he took to the skies once more, in the direction of Tanglewood's territory.

When Roan touched down sometime later, he made sure it was down on top of a log, narrowly avoiding slipping into the muck below. Even though the male mostly attributed his issues with Tanglewood to personal interactions, he couldn't deny that he wasn't the biggest fan of their territory. It was a dirty, bug and alligator infested swamp, after all. Thankfully, his wings made it easier to avoid the worst parts of the territory. With a low hum leaving him, the soothsayer glanced around him, looking for any signs of sentient life. When he came up with nothing but the scent of Tanglewood's border on the air, he finally sighed and carefully placed his basket down, calling out, "Hey! Is anyone here? I've got some shit for you guys!" He couldn't help sounding a little demanding. For one thing, it was his usual tone. For another thing, he was pretty eager to get back home, considering The Typhoon wasn't exactly in perfect shape at the moment, either.

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