Hideaway Strath Excuse me... Have you seen my sanity? I think I lost it

Kyn is impressed and oh so intrigued. This man speaks of gods and herbs and healing. A smirk pulls at the Grandmaster’s lips as his hawkish eyes follow the line of his large strong body. Then he thinks of how well this man should be able to fight — the perfect combat medic. Then before he notices he’s staring too long he realizes Nyra has introduced the two of them and with that Kyn steps forward a bit more.

“Hmm, I like what you bring to the table.” He hums succulently. “Perhaps your gods will bring us good luck, yes? Sacrifices they need? We have plenty.” He chuckles, not intending on making a joke of his religion. “Your skills and loyalty will be useful to us. I would be honored to allow you safe passage into our pack unless you prove me otherwise.” 

Then he’s tilting his head up and smirking, striking fangs on display. “Welcome to the hunt, friend.”