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Evien will want to talk to Merrick further before joining, if that's okay?

            There was something of a joke passed between the two boys in front of him - an inside joke that perhaps Evien wasn't privy to. Nevertheless, it was good to see Fields smile like that. Maybe the one-eyed teen wasn't as dangerous as he'd initially thought.

             Part of him - the impulsive, teenage boyhood that always threatened to break out from under the surface - wanted to say of course I'll join. But the Kastners were a family flavored by cautiousness, and Evien couldn't allow himself to jump headlong into something like this. It was the cyclops' words that held him back - soon we're going to march. Evien hadn't a clue what that could mean, but he wanted to get to know this figurehead just a little more before he committed. 

            "Let me think on it tonight," he reasoned, looking between the two before his gaze settled on the supposed leader. "I'll come back and call for you tomorrow, if that's okay? This isn't a decision to be taken lightly." If Evien joined, he wanted to be wholly committed to his group. Not just on a whim.