mermanbeau
Beau was sitting and watching some training. Here lately he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a pet or if he should leave. He heard whispers that this pet who was being trained was a council favorite, one of the most expensive claims. Right now he wasn’t too sure why the pet was deemed a favorite, he just looked muscular. “Not too bad though,” he said from his seat. Just need to aim a little better.
“I’m not elven; error is human,” spoke the hound. He turned his eyes to the one that spoke and knew who they had been on sight. His fingers curled tighter around the neck while he stood and regarded the merman. Darted gaze sized him up quick enough before he looked in the other’s eyes. “A night’s rental has just left me tired. I’m not as fortunate enough to be otherworldly and have stamina as the Master’s, such as yourself, are capable of having.”








