Dragoncrest Cliffs The Rules of Fight Club

"Nope," Merlin shook his head. "She's some chick that stalked and tried to attack me from behind one day. Did not manage to do so. I don't recall her full name, but I christened her Coon Assbite. I earned an Ass nickname too that I do not remember," Merlin shrugged. That was end to the story. Little did he know that in few days time that said lass would join Sappique's ranks. 

"Don't waste tears over her then - she's not worth it," he told his friend, though he had an inkling that this experience was not that easy to put behind and move on. He was about to offer Njord to forget her for him - he had plenty of leaky memory to do so - but that would make no sense to his friend. Just solidify belief that everything was not right in his bestie's coconut.

"So, you want to spar, perhaps?" he suggested. "For the pack's safety," he added quickly, though he did not entirely shelf the idea of de-balling that Pig guy out there at some point. With or without Njord's assistance.