A Call to His Highness

Bass smiled when Motif came in, his pale form leaning against her slightly as he looked at the newcomer. His sister didn't say anything, just sat beside him. He didn't mind her silence, but he did like that she was here. He was always more comfortable with his sisters around, so it pleased him that one of them had arrived. The wolf introduced himself as Xae, and he was indeed interested in Abaven. His smile spread across his lips, a nod passing through his head. "We hold three base ranks here, guard which is our fighter, messenger which is our spy/message carrier rank, and then of course the healer. Which of these fields do you hold interest in Xae?"

As he waited for Xae's answer, his nose told him that Harmony was coming as well. He turned his head and smiled at her, although it faltered when she spoke. She didn't want to play anymore? "Just because you're not winning doesn't mean you should just give up, dear sister." He muttered, half joking and half irritated. He wanted to keep this little game on, it made things more interesting. But Bass would never push his siblings into doing something that they didn't want. He offered her a small smile though, shaking out of his mood. "Maybe we can come up with another type of game then." He offered, shrugging his pale shoulders again. He chuckled softly, trying to think of another game that they could play. "Nothing with herbs though, you know that I'm rotten with those things."

The pale beast turned his attention back to the dark coated brute, that smile still in place. He wondered what Xae would think about all these siblings, all three of them sitting here and waiting for him to answer. Would he feel awkward in this situation? He hoped not, they were quite friendly. They didn't truly bite that hard.