Shadewood We'll all die young

Cry makes a grand appearance; the shadow approaches on edge. He is a lethal dagger ready to strike, and yet remains calm in the situation. The Bull stays looming, watching the scene unfold akin to a statue. Funny enough it seems the woman wants to play hero, and insists on questioning the leader's authority. The Bull glances towards Cry; if he were Jotham, the woman would no longer have her tongue.

No one, the Bull rasps, his bass voice scratchy and uncomfortable. He hates having to speak often lately. Used teeth first, woman. After all, the Bull was the first to the scene. Yes, he charged the trespasser—who looks like he is about to pass out any moment now—but he showed no teeth. He simply wished him to back out of their territory, as is the Keep's right. Hellfire eyes roll in her direction. Overdramatic women.

The Bull shoulders his way through the crowd until he stands before the boy, more akin to a husk without a soul than a living creature. Join, he advises. The Bull has the time to babysit another.