SHARPNESS THREE SHOVEL;; open - capture

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan was furious about what had happened to his temple. His domain – the place he felt most in control of his life – had been pillaged. All while he was trying to defend his home and make sure his family stayed alive. The soothsayer couldn't help the way that his jaw clenched as he stepped inside the temple, his tail lashing behind him as he began to inspect the damage. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the herbs were the only thing that had been taken in the Iron Forged's cowardly attack. He paused as the scent of Torsten reached him, his body tensing up as he investigated the scene further. It wasn't long before a string of curses left the medic, the male turning and shouting out of the temple, "MAMA! The Iron Forged took Torsten! He must... he must have been hiding in here..." He turned back towards the stores as he muttered, his face darkening with guilt. He should've been here, instead of out on that battlefield. He could've held them off.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan