SETTING DOWN THE WEAPON, he places both knuckles on his hips, elbows pointed away from himself in thought. Idly swaying in place, he nods adding in, “I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” His tone is CATTY and amicable. “I tend to avoid most cities unless I have to spend long in them. I do hope your method of travel is gentle; vehicles and I don’t get along TOO well.” Sliske taps the space between the prongs on his chin, “Never have enjoyed my center of gravity being out of my control. I tend to use an ah — alternative way of getting around.”
He’d been in a car, once or twice, and knees JAMMED to the chest is such an ache on would like to avoid. “Nevertheless, I would love to. I take you up on this proposition. – I do very much delight in also getting out and seeing some of the less trodden paths. Never know what else we might find to help you with your Empire issues. Honestly, with no offense, too much machinery and I’ve had enough time with dictator-y empires in my own personal lifetime, bleh!”
So maybe he’s kind of impressive. Her boys probably don’t think he’s that big of a deal given they’re the immovably inclined towards her all female dominance kind but they’ve given him a definite glance or two. Nothing definite - not yet. She’s gotta take him out into the field and give him some real work to do. Lucky for him there’s another good mark that’s been more aggressively prowling just outside the skirts of their camp area lately. Aggressively stupid.
Usually she’d take care of the little wyrm problem herself but seeing how dark, robed and chin stroking mysterious over here wants a shot at her kill in exchange for a few materials maybe she’s feeling generous. Maybe it’s just his lucky day. Here’s to hoping Aranea won’t regret it, that’s for damn sure. She’s bracing a hand to her hip and unhelpfully grinning in mention to the Empire all the while.
“Not friends? Good. That makes me a little more fond of you. Just a little. Whenever you’re ready we can head out.”
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