Boartusk Heights ≡ Beautiful Things That I've Got

That was actually a great question. Soleon didn't consider that he could be trying to kill this 'La Muerte' character. It was odd enough to consider that strangers just roamed around offing one another. Still.

"Hm," He hummed and thought deeply, "I hadn't considered I might be here to kill you," As if that was a helpful way to say things. The man reclined and the more he thought about it the more jaded he realized these people might be. Perhaps they needed him in more ways than one. Maybe they needed a sprinkle of good. Certainly, they needed someone watching out for their pack in a medical sense of the word.

The idea hit like lightning, "I've got it. I think we could be of use to one another. I don't fancy being on my own. You clearly need some help--how about you show me where I can rest my head and I'll take my own similar dose. Then, if I'm lying, we're both dead and probably a little pissed off about my failure," If there were an afterlife.