03-29-2022, 12:23 AM
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What luck it was that Laertes was out far past his bedtime, scrolling along the coast. The visage of a landlocked boat, one which hadn't been there before struck a chord in Laertes. A shiver ran down his spine, ruffling feathers along the way. He wondered if an unsavory group of characters had come in the middle of the night to wreck havoc on the Coalition. The thought festered as Laertes approached, on guard, feathers fluffed.
Then he saw a single figure beside the boat. A lookout, his mind would tell him. With a growl the large feline spoke "What are you doing here in the Coalition's territory this late?" a dark look set in his usually kind eyes.
Then he saw a single figure beside the boat. A lookout, his mind would tell him. With a growl the large feline spoke "What are you doing here in the Coalition's territory this late?" a dark look set in his usually kind eyes.
appearance / lion-raven hybrid / the coalition