Man To Man

The training had gone very well, and Bass knew that he had picked the right person to lead this group. He watched as the man padded up to him, saying that he needed to have a word with him. Blinking back his surprise, he nodded his head and stood, following the older man. When Allen stopped and took a seat, Bass did the same directly in front of him. He couldn't hide the slight concern in his golden gaze, it wasn't often that his members asked to speak with him one on one like this. "Is everything okay, Allen?" He had noticed that Nona had wandered off again, but he didn't really think anything of it. She had been sick and hurt, she probably just wanted to heal herself in peace. She was a strong woman, and most likely did not want to suffer in front of Allen. That he could totally understand. But if that wasn't it, then Bass was really out of guesses.

"Speech"
'thoughts'