So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

The Warlord made his appearance and Senryu ducked his head in a stiff, poplite greeting. But the Armada leader's attention was mostly for the white healer, and he let Halo give instructions. The Warlord seemed somewhat familiar with his family line, and made some strange comment on loyalties, before cheerfully going on his way again.

“What was that all about?” he asked, giving Halo the side eye. Whatever it was, it had made Halo rather flustered. ‘Food sounds good” he agreed. He was actually starving. More so than he’d been in a long time. He stepped into the Armada lands and looked about himself curiously, wincing at the stiffness in his leg from hobbling his way over here.

“Uhhh… It’s just a cut” he said, which was an understatement she already knew. “You don’t have to get uncomfortable in a different den or anything. And… I’m not fussed. Something meaty”


"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"