Frowns, leaning against a nearby post. And this Nilm and his Eidolon?" He asks.
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He and Jhock follows as well. Though the half-orc frowns at the thought on one and one Eidolon battles. He and Jhock fight best when together. Jhock though seems eager!
Thran raises an eyebrow at the bellowing Seargent, and stands to attention. Though he seems like he isn't happy to be here, but he knows a strict commander when he see's one, and doesn't feel like pissing one off right now. He motions his fingers over to Jhock, who moves beside him and sits on hia haunches. "Indeed sir. Jhock here saw it, it was a purple ape-like Eidolon."
Thran is already walking out of the billet, his falchion strapped to his back, loosened. He smells trouble. Before him Jhock is already there, his tail stilled, his ears perked. "Now now, I'm sure we don't need any trouble here. We just want what was assigned to us." The wolf-creature tries the 'peaceful' route, but it looks like he's quite ready to gnaw on something if needed.
The Half-Orc nods the folks walking into the area. "Hello. So you guys got tossed in here too eh?" He says, while reaching down to scritch behind an ear of the large black 'dog' beside him. "The names Thran.
Thran comes walking into the billet, and just randomly chooses bed, glancing around the area as the large black 'dog' comes padding up right behind him, his tail high and wagging as he sniffs the air.
The half-orc, pale skin just grunts, nodding. I'm here.
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