05-20-2021, 06:21 PM
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The Emerald Isles. Roan couldn't say he had ever heard of them, but that was hardly surprising. It seemed as though new smaller groups were popping up every other week these days. The mention of them being Warbound was... interesting, but the soothsayer still found that he wasn't quite convinced. As his tail rested over his paws, the male questioned softly, "Does your home have any other allies that we should know about? I believe a dual alliance should be fine, provided that this Emeral Isles place isn't allied with the Coalition of the Condemned. They won't be leaving enemy status anytime soon." He then mentioned, ear flicking, "If the Emeral Isles isn't allied with the Coalition, then you should be fine to join. At least, in my opinion. My name is Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux, and I'm the soothsayer of The Typhoon, or the head medic." Similarly to his initial greeting, his introduction wasn't very warm, but he certainly didn't seem hostile. Just... preoccupied. And honestly, his mind was preoccupied quite a bit these days.
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