[center][h1]Convel McConnor[/h1][/center]

Convel's ears perked up upon feeling soft, delicate hands run through his hair and pat his head. As the French woman applauded his cuteness, the Guardian seemed to ignore being called the clown girl's assistant and his bushy wolf tail began to unconsciously wag back and forth behind him in response. It took every bit of the man's self control to not allow his tongue to hang out and drop to all fours. Why did he have to choose a race that suffered from such temptations? Eventually though, the woman stopped to continue discussing whatever business she had, and while part of him was glad that she was no longer embarrassing him by treating him like an overgrown puppy, another more basic instinct inside the adventurer wanted nothing more than for her to continue.

Luckily, a new development began to occur to distract Convel from his animalistic urges when a Samurai in bright red armor approached the area Sen had previously used as a stage. He didn't even need to speak before the man recognized him as being a Person of the Land. Something about those who had once been simple NPCs seemed to give off a certain smell that his Wolf Fang senses instantly picked up, though for anyone who didn't have his sensitive nose he couldn't really explain what it was like. To do so would be similar to someone trying to explain a color to a blind man. It just... worked.

"What do you say, miss? Do you think we should let this French woman join the party and go fight some Oni?" the adventurer asked his companion, nudging her slightly with his elbow so that Sen knew he was talking to her. He may have found her weird and strange, but Convel still saw her as the group leader and therefore would follow whatever orders she gave, within reason. If she asked him to jump off a cliff or try any new potions he didn't recognize, the man would need some serious convincing.