[center][h2][color=gold]Dimple Brightmite[/color][/h2][/center]

Dimple had just finished weaving the stem of his chrysalis to an acceptable standard and was about to start work on the container itself when the commotion caught his attention. Leaving his antennae to focus on the work, Dimple turned his eyes towards the hunting party as they emerged from the treeline. The faeborg's eyes emitted a faint whirring sound as his vision zoomed in to get a closer look at the newcomers. They were all injured to some extent, the rotund faun most of all, and it seemed like whatever injured them was still alive and potentially hot on their heels if the behaviour of the last member of the hunting party was anything to go by. It was how the hunters had styled themselves that finally made Dimple stop working and turn fully to face them though.

They were flying Road Court flags. The Syndicate's "uniform" wasn't as obvious as the Havenite military's or the like. The dress code for members being more of what one would call guidelines than actual rules, leaving plenty of room for people to throw in their own personal touches. But there was enough of a common look that anyone in the know could identify a member of the Court at a glance. And having made most of those guidelines himself, Dimple was definitely in the know.

Dimple quickly decided the chrysalis could wait. It was his duty as King of the Road to ensure his subjects safety within the bounds of his demesne. He could not stand idle now. Especially if whatever had harmed the hunters was still out there. Dimple spread his wings and began to glide down to meet the katari woman carrying the wounded faun, who was the leader of the hunting party if the Road Court markings hadn't had their meaning garbled by all the extra red staining the heavyset hunter's clothing. Dimple would have met them by the bridge, but when he finally got a good look a the faun through vision that wasn't slightly distorted by lens-zoom, Dimple beat his wings once to back away. Had they not been replaced by gold and jewels, Dimple's eyes would have widened in shock and recognition at the sight.

[color=gold]"P...Prino?"[/color]

Dimple almost hadn't recognized him, the faun having changed so much over the fifteen years since they had last met properly. But Dimple had recognized him nonetheless. The faun's name was Prino Mustun, a hunter of great skill and renown... even if he left most of the actual hunting to his assistants nowadays. If anyone wanted something that could only be acquired by hunting, Prino was usually the first name to spring to mind. Dimple had met Prino just as the faun was starting out and just as the faeborg was beginning to consider staying put in one place for a time. Dimple had help get Prino's career off the ground and the two became friends after that. In the time after, the two of them ended up becoming more than friends as well. But Dimple wasn't the best at long-term commitment. He tried his best, of course. He was by no means a neglectful lover. But sooner or later, Dimple would remember that he is immortal and his paramour was not. This made it difficult for the faeborg to form proper attachments, which led to a small but noticeable amount of emotional distancing on his end. Inevitably, this led to most of Dimple's romantic partners walking away from the relationship upon realizing that, deep down, Dimple was never going to truly love them. Dimple's relationship with Prino had been no exception to this rule.

The rogue had long since gotten over Prino ending things between them. Hundreds of other lovers had done so already, so Dimple was more than used to it. But seeing Prino again after all this time? Seeing him so changed? Seeing him so hurt? Seeing all of this so unexpectedly? As used to it all as he was, even Dimple found it impossible not to be left reeling momentarily from the sight. By the time the faeborg had recovered from his daze, the katari woman carrying Prino had made it past the elf blocking her passage across the bridge. Dimple followed after her, but kept a large hallway's worth of distance between himself and her until she reached the clinic. Once she had entered the building, Dimple landed, leaned against a patch of wall near the door, and waited.

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Dimple activates Well-Connected.

The wounded faun is now called Prino Mustun. He is a reliable supplier of hunters and of any resource attainable via hunting.

He and Dimple used to be together. It's a long story.
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