move-in day

Pestilence Klein. Tyrian wracked his brain trying to decide if he should know the last name or not. He thought it should be familiar but he wasn't sure why. One of his father's stories, perhaps? Ah, yes, that was it. That whole godfart story about that one weirdo fighting the two other weirdos. Or something. There was a Klein in there somewhere. Oh. Okay yes, now he remembered. The scabby guy who fought with (...for?) the godfart was a Klein. It had been awhile since he'd heard the story. Maybe he'd ask his father for a refresher just in case there was a useful tie in here.

Anyway, Pestilence Klein, best friend - if he could take this girl's word - to his brother, Alarr. He wasn't sure if he should take her at her word there or if it even mattered at all, but his brother had never mentioned to him being best friend's with a girl. Granted there was a lot Alarr probably didn't know about Tyrian, but a best friend? The brothers were very independent but if push came to shove Alarr could probably correctly name Sparrow as Tyrian's best friend. Which made Tyrian wonder why exactly he hadn't heard about this girl.

"Is that so," he said with a cheshire smile. Oh he was going to have to pester Alarr about this pretty girl later! "Well any friend of my brother's is a friend of mine. By chance, did Alarr tell you about the pack and what we do here?" If he had this would make the whole process easier.