Ankyra Sound Upon a weary night, the bell tolled.

Her expression is no more amused or unamused than it had been a moment prior. Nothing he says is any different from any other loner seeking asylum, aside from what little he knows of their home, but something doesn’t sit right. As long as I remain. Helix snorts. Their wariness of outsiders stems from their lack of loyalty. They join and take their resources and go. Those that remain are often met with lifetime scrutiny more than acceptance, but reach a certain level. Helix has to get used to the ratio in Drageda, far outweighed than back home, but she isn’t going to help push the number against them.
 
“Drageda is not just for the faithful, or the skilled,” she tells him. She speaks of what he may be able to do and his form speaks the truth behind it, even without the need for specifics. As long as he’s skilled in the fundamentals, as most able bodied wolves, there is an easy yes. It is the rest they look for, those worth spending their time on. “It is for the loyal. You give your life to us and we do the same for you. Otherwise, keep moving.”