Arrow Lake donald duck, sunny d, tampico, capri sun

He couldn't resist a chuckle as the man approached, although he was very aware of the difference in the dynamic between them from their first meeting. Two loners could exchange words free as they wanted; here, Stigmata was his leader, and while he'd otherwise risk a little cheekiness, now he had Aure and his future kids to think about. He'd toe the line (as well as he could, anyway).

That's me, he said, with a respectful nod. You can just call me Verx, though. The brute continued on, trusting that Stigmata would fall in step beside him. He kept his posture submissive as he could; he was quite big, after all. His eyes kept low, on the trail before him.

Nothing interesting, he responded, shaking his head slowly. After the month I've had, I'm okay with that.