SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT / intro

The smell of fire and blood. It wasn't one he was quite used to, but Aurum had surely introduced the idea into his mind. He stepped forward, his tail swaying behind him a tiny bit. Initially he was surprised to see Trygve sitting on Pittian ground- of course, it wasn't a banished idea, but one that was even more strange to see the piss colored guy talking to him. His eyes shifted to Astiar as stepped past, offering a dip of his head in greeting- unsure if the bug would even understand it- before coming to a stop to address the other two.

His eyes swung from one, to the other, then back to Trygve. "While.. someone has a rather unappreciative approach, he might be right." Piers spoke. His shoulder still itched with the wound that Caeser had given him, and within his own time, the booksmart part of Piers had pieced it together. He had decided he wouldn't address Caeser directly until, well, something significant happened in that region. A soft sigh left him as he sat, his tail curling close to him. "Um- Astiar has.. some problems with fire. I would be wary of that." He said, his tail neatly twitching behind him.

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