Moonspear Struggle to get your attention

The time for Alastor to answer questions had arrived, both of which being ones that he’d expected. The latter of the two was easy to answer, but the former he’d stumbled over. He knew he could not lie, for to do so would create an opportunity for history to repeat itself; he also would not stoop to such lowly measures, having been raised better than that. “I wish to join because this is where a dear friend of mine resides,” the male began, against the idea of hiding the truth away. Having done so once before, he knew of the feeling that followed a lie, and had never been one to appreciate it. “But,” he continued. “I want to grow to love this place for more than just that reason. I want to be apart of something again, and to help out whenever and wherever I am needed.” He needed a purpose in life, to provide for others in any way that he was able.

“I can offer my knowledge of the land,” the Greek then said, these words coming out far smoother than the previous. “I know about many territories from my travels, and what can be found within them.” Always had he wished to become a Scout, the thrill of an adventure being like nicotine to him. “I can also offer my ability to track the herds,” was his next statement, as well as his last. The lessons he’d been taught on flowers as a child had, of course, been left out. He’d not seen any reason to share the memory, especially since he could do only that—tell of the names, but never of what purposes they may or may not have.