Otter Creek Hiding from the sunshine,

At her last words Donovan barks out a bout of rolling laughter. “You’re a mercenary for hire and you don’t like conflict? Chaos?” He inquires with a cruel smile and a quirk of a bright circular brow. “Then I’m not sure that our paths can be aligned my dear. The Saints aren’t unreasonable, but we will crush any who oppose us. It seems others don’t view very eye to eye with us already.” He hums casually. “And I’m sure you know how that goes.” The words are snarky, accompanied by a shrug of his massive shoulders.

“If you were to join me — if I were to hire you,” He corrects himself. “There would be chaos. I would expect you to spill blood for our pack. If you are not up to that then say it now or forever hold your peace.”