Channel of Old England / Joining

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Newcomers were always nice, at least in the bobcats opinion. The ringing of the bell was a sure sign for Michael to head in the direction of the tracks, the dealer knowing there would at least be something interesting going on there. He arrived a bit later than the rest, but it thankfully didn't seem as though anything too complex was happening. Just your standard joiner, although her name was certainly interesting.

Lucinda. It was a pretty name, but Lucy was certainly easier to remember. As he approached, the dark furred thief waved a paw in her direction, greeting calmly, "Hey there, Lucy. My name's Michael, and I'm a dealer around here. If you ever can't find Rox for some reason, feel free to come to me for any questions or anything." He actually really did enjoy greeting new joiners – provided they were actually new joiners, and not just trespassers, like the presence that was Requiem behind them. Honestly, he had no idea how the owl was even still alive, considering she had made it clear she wasn't a joiner. She was liable to become prey for someone at any time, and Michael couldn't say he'd be sad to see it.

— Reggan