Ravensblood Forest i asked the coppers on our payroll

this seems like a good place to wrap this up. sorry for this crappy post. D:

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Arturo watched her for a moment as she surveyed her new chosen abode. His own den was large and carved out beneath a massive, hollow sequoia, it's thick roots served as enforcers to the den's walls. It fit him and his young daughter comfortably even as she grew, with room for another, though Arturo wondered when Chusi might seek to move out upon her own, leaving his den to be hollow except for himself. The thought filled the gangster with unmeasured sorrow and he was quick to tuck it away knowing that he would not address the issue until it was staring him in the face (because that was how Arturo handled his feelings: he didn't until he had no other choice).

His ear flickered towards her when she spoke yet again, presumably cracking a joke. He offered her a soft smile, half distracted only to feel guilty about it a few moments later. The Ceannasach offered a small clear of his throat, ghosting towards her a step. “Do you need assistance cleaning it out?” He inquired. If she would accept his help he would remain and assist her in clearing out her abode and if not then he would part from her and go about hunting something for Chusi to eat.

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