Stavanger Bay In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found

It hit her.

He had an attitude problem, a fire amongst the darkness as it simply kept burning without a control; that was what he was. She realized that even if he did join, the factor was one cannot change so easily without reasoning, and it made her question whether she should truly let him so. Pity wasn't an option, only usefulness.

Her lip curled slightly, a show of fangs as Umbra stepped closer to him so, she purposely made it an uncomfortably close position while she bent her head to be face, to face with him so. A stormy eye directly toward his own mismatched as she peered in, an silence in this motion before finally speaking up, "Behave or lose your tongue."

"Then, you can join."