Dirk Nightbreese
First Post
Wulfcyne nods slowly at the Lady's words, agreeing.
Beginning to move off with the group, Wulfcyne seems to confess in hushed tones, 'Makharat be doin' wha' he think be right. He ever been doin' wha' he think right an' correck't. He be from the Wastes, where ye kill o' be killed, yea? He leadin' tha killers away from us. It be damn reckless an' he be reckless an' wit'out a care fer nuthin'. Man asks o'thers to see past their own upbringin', but won' see past 'is own, yea? So now, we goin' afta tha man, yea? Well, ifin' we be meetin' someone who wan' the papers, we be tellin' them he got them, neh?'
This last the hulking warrior suggests while keeping an eye out for any who may be taking an undue interest in them as he leads them toward the nearest Orien courier and/or Sivis message station, probably many lvls above.
Beginning to move off with the group, Wulfcyne seems to confess in hushed tones, 'Makharat be doin' wha' he think be right. He ever been doin' wha' he think right an' correck't. He be from the Wastes, where ye kill o' be killed, yea? He leadin' tha killers away from us. It be damn reckless an' he be reckless an' wit'out a care fer nuthin'. Man asks o'thers to see past their own upbringin', but won' see past 'is own, yea? So now, we goin' afta tha man, yea? Well, ifin' we be meetin' someone who wan' the papers, we be tellin' them he got them, neh?'
This last the hulking warrior suggests while keeping an eye out for any who may be taking an undue interest in them as he leads them toward the nearest Orien courier and/or Sivis message station, probably many lvls above.