The way the petals flutter

Bancha is content to explore and patrol. The nook is beautiful especially during this time of the year. Watching the petals float about lazily in the air, he nearly trips over a root. Recovering with a quiet oof, he returns his focus to actually patrolling and listening to what the others have to say.

It’s good to feel appreciated. He smiles at Scylla, at Ruse, and even a little at Cerberus though the man hadn’t paid him much mind. Such things didn’t bother Bancha, not much did. “If a market here is too much, we could take our goods to them too,” he offers, getting the feeling that Scylla definitely wasn’t keen on allowing strangers into the territory. Understandable!

“I can help keep an eye on the land’s conditions as we continue into the rainier season,” Bancha adds, his tail swishing happily as he looks to Ruse. He doesn’t want to say that he agrees its been a thorough exploration, that would be more of a Scylla decision.

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