[i][/i][center][h3]Itsy[/h3][/center]
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Titles:
Beastkin - Mundane, Small (4ft) - 6ecff6

As Itsy sat upon the chair at the back, he had to lean a bit to the side to be able to see Ryota as they addressed the room, as the beastkin in front of him fully blocked his vision, which wasn't very rare. The fencer hadn’t realized things were this dire, and each new word added another layer of unease. [color=6ecff6]"U-undead..."[/color] He murmured in a tone barely above a whisper, a tiny gulp left his throat as one leg began nervously moving, booted ankle hitting the leg of the chair with each movement.

[color=6ecff6]"S-so... we just need to hold them off until the Fae arrive."[/color] He said in a louder voice this time, barely carrying through the room. His long snouted nose moved left and right a bit, round hazel eyes locking on the man with the Imperial clothes, eyebrows furrowing a bit, but soon relaxing. [color=6ecff6]"He has a good point. E-engaging them in open field gives their numbers... advantage. Choke points are how we make our numbers count..."[/color]

He said nothing about the assassination plan of the woman holding the scythe. It just sounded even more dangerous.