Aeron can just go into the cave and Io will tell her to get Galileo away and then there can be a frosty conversation wit Gal XD
Galileo raised an eyebrow as the woman spoke. He found this all too humorous. He followed, all to happily, cane tapping in intervals on the firm ground. Galileo was quite for the majority of the walk, blumine eyes all to happy to focus on the surroundings rather than the woman he was following. Her frosty attitude entertained him, but it had irritated him slightly. Though years of practice had enabled him to bite his tounge and ignore those who needed it.
The scenery didn't change much, and Galileo soon found his patience tested. He didn't push his impatience on the woman, for it would be rude, so instead Galileo decided that conversation would be a decent time passer. 'How has my nephew been?' He spoke of Sarajevo, the merle hybrid his sister had shown up with. Iven hadn't come back with her. Scumbag. He had respected Iven, for he was a skilled assassin, part of Galileo's 'gang' in his previous pack. Though when Io had spoken of Iven that respect soon dwindled into pure disgust. His gang had lost a repected member.
Galileo had considered many times of reviving his gang in Cercatori d'Arte. It was a peaceful pack, and so had the gang been. The gang had never gone looking for trouble, so when Iven had been a member his skills had been a little redundant. Though it had provided the much needed feeling of respect and leadership he so crave. And while he had no pack to rule over, his gang had been a welcome substitute. He missed the feeling.
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