Smartmouthed

It wasn't long for the Warlord to answer him by appearing from Iggy's den and trotting over. He tried not to narrow his eyes at Bas but he couldn't help the twist in his nose for a half second. He'll assume they're scheming something, or helping insulate her den since he heard she had been overly cold in it.

He agreed with a subtle sigh, "Yeah. Bittersweet though. I haven't told Wyl. I'm thinking here. Have a few places to put more than one patient, some storage over here, and my den in the back here?" He said walking through the space, pointing with his nose at different spaces. The opening was narrow enough that a guard could be posted to keep an eye on any runaway patients. Namely Vesper. He had no doubt that as she gained her mobility back she'd be up and thinking she could waltz her way out of here.


"Speech!"