Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

Towhee liked to think she was on top of her game, but between her mild panic attack, her errant thoughts and her relative lack of familiarity with the lay of the land, she wasn't. It took her a solid few minutes to notice the straggler. When she finally did, she came up short on what to do too. The seasoned mercenary stood there like an idiot, wondering if she should chase him away or try to recruit him.

He didn't appear threatening, at least. His coat reminded her of Niamh or the late Wildfire, sort of a mix of the two. He was in good shape as far as she could tell, so physically he was a good candidate for recruitment. But there was a strange look on his face that Towhee didn't quite like. She sensed he was up to something.

"Can I help you?" she asked, voice brusque like usual, still totally oblivious to his attempts to catch her attention prior.