Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-You can't Stop me.-
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Dracana kept her green eyes on him with an amused smile. The grey fem didn't have anything against his politeness, it just didn't suit her. It was more a matter of not what you say, but how you say it. "Is that so, Bane?" she said, the amused smile still playing on her muzzle. She couldn't help but feel that way. Perhaps it was the way he spoke, or what he said and how he said it. There was no real way to tell. What was clear enough was the fact he was curious about her. Probably more-so than she was of him, but curious all the same.

"What's the old saying, Bane... Curiosity killed the cat?" It was a rhetorical question, just fitting with the moment. Her ears flicked slightly as she thought over his words for a moment. "Well then, why doesn't a pretty kitty like yourself go do something about it. There are many sorts from the truly good-natured to the assassins to the cold-blooded murderers. It's just a matter of finding the right teacher, or perhaps the right friend, depending on where in the spectrum you fit," she said. Dracana could see well enough he was bored without being told such, but even an assassin had slow moments. Her tail flicked slightly, her gaze drifting down to the ground momentarily before looking back to Bane.

"If you can't find your niche, I'd gladly be able to fix that situation," she said, something in her expression changing slightly, though something so subtle it would be difficult to pick up on. The statement could be taken more than one way. How he took it would likely be a decision maker on if she stayed, doing what was a different story, or left.

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