You Lie Like A Rug [Trespasser]

While his own defeat against Fenmyre was a sore spot to his pride, it wouldn't deter him from helping stir up trouble. With his ego boosted from the Pirate King's proposition of his new position, the mottled man thought it best that he follow the other Sin into the depths of Auster. Their companionship was quiet as he trailed behind her toward the southern tip of the land. A warm breeze rustled his coat as he eyed the wall of bamboo that towered before them. Interested, his ears perked and his nose twitched when he scented a familiar wolf. One he had sparred with before and had also sorely lost to in the past. Maybe this would be his attempt at redemption.

As Pyralis stepped across the boundary into the shadowy maze of stalks, Gil's nerves stood on edge. This wasn't a formal raid or anything of the sort. No, they were here to pester and cause a ruckus. Like any real pirate would enjoy doing. With his wolverine at his heels and his owl soaring through the sky with Pyralis' companion, his eyes turned toward the sound of deafening paws coming toward them. So their arrival would not go unnoticed. Letting a grin break across his jowls, Gil coiled his own muscles and waited for another to follow suit. Standing back a few feet as the dark-coated man barreled toward his packmate, he waited his turn. If Pyralis should fail her scuffle, Gil would be at the ready to take on the leader of this land.

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