Callum
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From his perch atop the wellhouse, Callum wonders if the tide jaguar can even reach him; her growl of annoyance is noted, but ultimately ignored. The mercenary doesn't think that the girl is a threat to him - not because she couldn't be if she wanted, but because he doesn't get that vibe from her. My bad, he drawls, if only to keep the peace.
With two dead Void Vipers in their midst, Cal scans the clearing again. The only movement he sees is the grass in the breeze, and he offers a noncommittal, No, just those two. He pauses. I'm sure there are other things around to hunt, if you're interested. Otherwise, perhaps it is time for Callum to take his leave.
With two dead Void Vipers in their midst, Cal scans the clearing again. The only movement he sees is the grass in the breeze, and he offers a noncommittal, No, just those two. He pauses. I'm sure there are other things around to hunt, if you're interested. Otherwise, perhaps it is time for Callum to take his leave.
Keep your lips closed
