Moonspear No need to ask

Another howl sounded off in the distance—Dirge groaned.

He didn't want to deal with it, even went so far as to consider raising a protest to Hydra, but the cut of her expecting gaze was enough to push him into action. It wasn't worth grumbling and as it were, he had plenty of time to mourn the loss of a nap on the trek to the borders.

That was where the grumbling came along, all internal but explicitly in his expression until the slope eased and the timber engulfed him; this stretch was saved best for composure as he came closer to the borderland, where he could feign some interest as someone else either pitched a fit or pitched a sale about why they needed sanctity and safety and so on and so forth.

However, interest budded ahead of that when he saw at least one semi-familiar face in the set. Never mind thinking this was bound to be a boring event, he knew who they were even if their names eluded him—Nightwalkers.

Dirge didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing, and was even more surprised not to find a trace of @Lyra lurking along the border already. Maybe she was getting that nap in that he was missing out on... or maybe she was yet to come lurking in the background like the ominous, menacing wraith she had become as of late.

"This is a welcome surprise," he said to them, "what's brought you out here?"

Perhaps they had news that would he hear firsthand for a change.