🎶 | @BADDESTDANGERBOY // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S not certain if he's cut out for treasure hunting, but here he is on Volaat, having effortlessly floated to the deck of a ship and without much thought, seeking out the remnants of the wreck within. A BETTER location than Haugst by far, for he's a talent for surviving the wilderness, not for surviving monsters and ghouls and whatever the hell other creatures may be found. He's hoping for provisions above all else, though the wanderlust in him wouldn't say no to an old chart or two, or perhaps even a vintage compass. …
THE ship creaks in the wind, tossed from side to side without much of a care. Siebren lifts his skull, keeling over the edge, to see a very familiar figure, long locks of red hair bowing down to the wind's wiles. A sigh, none too upset by this development, Siebren's hands press further into the wood railing as he looks down. ❝Badou! Find ANYTHING GOOD down there?❞
