Better Late than Never

With introductions made and the children off running amok, Chimera motioned for the pair to follow. He led Manea and Alastor through the jungle at the edge of the island. The wildlife thrummed around them as they took the well worn path. At the very edge of the jungle where greenery met sand, there was a wide gazebo that was still in very good condition. It offered protection from the sun but still allowed the sweet, salty breeze to dance through the space. The benches encircling the edges were thick thatch and had weathered time well. Chimera chose to seat himself upon the smooth wooden floor, however.

Once they were all settled, Chimera visually inspected both Manea and her mate. "You and your family seem to have weathered the endless night well," he observed. Their children had been lively and looked whole as well, though that didn't say much. Both Albion and Cerberus looked as though they had never been sick. Scylla was the only one with the marks of a wound upon her, though that would heal in time as well.

The two-toned brute then arched a speckled brow. "Business, you say?" He imagined that could only mean talk of an alliance or that Manea and her band needed something from him. Either way, both tall ears flicked forward and he listened to what the pair had to say.

"Chimera Klein"