jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse [raid meeting]

Álarr fidgeted a bit as the meeting continued and he waited for their target to be selected. He felt a little bit of pressure to do well digging into his shoulders. Not only did he want to impress his brother but he also wanted to do well for Pesto. She was his friend and this raid would really mean something to her. He didn't want to be taken out right away but he was definitely out of practice. He'd only done a few patrols which had all been peaceful. As Master of the Cure, winter was his primary concern and so he'd focused on finishing up his gathering and preparations. Hopefully battle would be like walking and come back to him quickly. "I'll go with you!" Hopefully, his brother would be fine with this even though he was not in a warrior role.