Yoohoo

Gil listens and he can't help but let out a slightly impressed hum. "You are quite well-rounded," he comments thoughtfully. Were his ragtag pack of raiders that lacking? No Master healer, he was losing his navigator, and crafting was lacking. Okay, they had shit all for crafters. Unless you like toilet wine and poorly-made mandolins. His ears flick back at the disappointment of his own pack and begins to wonder if maybe he should start to turn the pack around. But that's not what they wanted... Right? God dammit. "I will have to think, but I will most likely send a wolf or two your way at some point. Until then, you and your wolves are welcome here whenever if you need some training dummies," he grins at his own joke, but he's being somewhat serious as well. "A pleasure meeting you Corbie. Until we meet again," Gil winks and dips his head in a bow before retrieving the gifted items and retreating back into the depths of the isle.

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