[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@The Otter]

A rough laugh, tension going slack as an all too familiar sentiment was shared. This was why he could loosen up 'round Fionn— they were, at their cores, the same kind of animal.

[color=goldenrod]"Fuckin' [i]wolves[/i] got me."[/color] Gerard replied. [color=goldenrod]"Some shiny Illithane Knight too. Plus—"[/color]

He paused, considering things...

[color=goldenrod]"[i]Talderian[/i]s, I think. The really really old style emblems gave 'em away and breastplates. They had an archer cohort, too. Never thought I'd get to see anything like [i]that[/i], but..."[/color]

He felt the rush of blood, the flicker of battle-flame in his breast. The showers of sparks as steel danced against steel. The grin he bore spread wider— pulling at the corners, showing fangs.

[color=goldenrod]"[i]Fun's[/i] the word for sure, our honored forefather's disdain aside."[/color]