[center][color=00a99d][h2]Vigil[/h2][/color][/center]

While Vigil had been hoping to lead up to asking about Regis' absent family, he had certainly not expected the boy to give him the entire story right here and now. Guilt and discomfort scratched at his heart as he listened to Regis' tale, knowing had painful it must be for him to relive such memories. He himself had yet to tell anyone of how he had come to be separated from his own tribe, how he had come to be here among the Dale Folk, and even thinking about those memories for too long caused him incredible pain that threatened to transcend emotional and become physical, tangible, unavoidable. How could someone so young possess enough courage to do what a battle-scarred warrior like himself could not?

Well, that at least Vigil could venture a guess. He looked towards Gen, considering what Regis had just told him. It was very lucky that a Behemoth cub could survive in the Badlands without the rest of their tribe, but for a child of the Dale? That was nothing short of a miracle. 

Once Regis ended his story, Vigil let him return to his comrades without another word, and for a few moments, just stood there watching them. While he hadn't said anything, he had been very concerned when the Princess had said these two would be joining  the party, but if the two of them could traverse all the way from the Badlands to Fenhall unscathed with no one looking out for them, then surely they would be fine on a journey with several warriors. Plus, if they needed any further training in defending and taking care of themselves, Vigil and the others would be there to supply it. With a nod to the trio, the older Behemoth turned and left them to their devices.

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Leading up to the day the group was supposed to leave on their journey, Vigil once again kept to himself. The most others would see of him would be him either wandering aimlessly around the palace grounds or training by himself in whatever facilities were available to him. 

When the day came to embark on the quest, he joined the rest of the group quietly and with little fanfare. Only those paying close attention would notice that he looked slightly different than usual: his tail had lost it's club-like tip and was now much longer, resembling that of some kind of monkey so as to better be able to pick up, hold and carry things. To make up for this, his fangs and front claws had become much sharper. These were the only real differences, however, and it would be fairly easy for his companions to recognize him.

Vigil noted some faces among the group he had not seen before, particularly one Dale woman who introduced herself as Francesca and gave a speech worthy of any warrior that she was glad to be traveling with the group. He gave an approving nod towards her before giving a short introduction of his own. [color=00a99d]"Vigil of the Tough Shell tribe,"[/color] he grunted. [color=00a99d]"Looking forward to, erm, traveling and fighting alongside you all as well."[/color] Despite his words, his tone may have sounded a little pained, more so than usual, and he kept flexing his new long claws - not in a manner to show off, but in a way that hinted that they were somehow causing him a little discomfort.

[hider=OOC]Using Weapons of Tooth and Claw to change Vigil's weapon to his claws, which simulate a longsword. He now dishes out Slashing damage as opposed to Bludgeoning.[/hider]