Where the dogs of society howl

Eliphas made his way on dainty paws to the meeting place after the Warlord’s call. Merlin perched on his shoulders, the big white owl matching his master perfectly. The two were out looking for ingredients, with the summer finally showing itself supplies were much more abundant. Not that Eliphas had made an effort to acquire many things. It was always known that this oasis would not hold the Armada for long so Eli hadn’t stockpiled much.

Dual toned eyes swept over the gathered crowd as he arrived and placed himself near Killian. He perked his ivory ears towards the rulers of the Armada and waited for their words to be spoken.