06-17-2009, 09:53 AM
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The thing with prospective joiners was that they were always the same. He was not necessarily displeased with this; some strangers at his borders in the past had been witty or disrespectful, and there was nothing worse than a smartass trying to make an impression with the size of his ego. The cyclops's ears flicked and his eye simply observed her actions and words, taking careful mental notes all the while, though his expression never seemed to change past a stolid look of indifference.
The thing with prospective joiners was that they were always the same. He was not necessarily displeased with this; some strangers at his borders in the past had been witty or disrespectful, and there was nothing worse than a smartass trying to make an impression with the size of his ego. The cyclops's ears flicked and his eye simply observed her actions and words, taking careful mental notes all the while, though his expression never seemed to change past a stolid look of indifference.
Yada, yada, something about being a long-time loner with demons in her past. Still, there was nothing special. He nodded quietly, however, and rolled his shoulders. "I am Jefferson, the leader here. You stand on Phoenix Valley borders. We have room, but not for idiots." Tilting his head to the side, the beast took a pause before continuing. "What are these 'demons' you're leaving behind? And what can you offer us for skills and talents?"