[center][color=silver]Burberry pops into view, after spending minutes trying to glean anything from the white wolf and resulting into nothing. His immediate attention turnt towards the yelling of a cleric being held by a dragonoid. "[color=gold]Are we about to be in danger? It feels like we're about to be in danger. Any more creatures like that and this town is in the pits.[/color]"
A black-and-white vehicle blared its blue and red lightbulb atop it, blasting a continuous sound that reminded him of whales, but higher-pitched. Driving past, then stopping in front of the dragonoid. People in matching outfits coming out of the vehicle, aiming [i]something[/i] at the creature.
"[color=gold]Oh, that's a weapon. It's about to [i]a bheith ina phraiseach anseo. Táim ag imeacht.[/i][/color]" He says this as he walks away, and both distance and defocus growing weakened his ability to convey intentions.

He stops for a bit, then turns around. "[color=gold]Doctor of Genetics? I value your knowledge on this world's science and wish for your safety so that I may learn. Won't you come with?[/color]" Reaching his hand out towards her, offering.
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