NUMB | joining

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay's eyes narrowed and he looked Dahlia up and down, rather fleetingly as not to see disrespectful; just a quick glance for any danger. As she looked over his dogs, he felt that same defensiveness, though Africa, the Chow, seemed to appreciate the girl's quiet tone well enough. "Advay, Master of Stocks," he introduced quickly, still tense. He reached up to pull down his scarf, feeling a bit more comfortable at the sincerity of the reply he got. "W-what yo-your na-ame and w-what do-do you need?" He himself wasn't armed, but he didn't feel the need to be armed with such a pack around him.