YOU MADE ME A BELIEVER / JOINING

[recycling bin]

MAKE ME A HERCULES — "You're fucking with me, right," he deadpans. It seems that Sparrow's true colors were finally shining through. But what did he expect? His first impression already hadn't been positive, no thanks to Sami. Still, he assumed this clan—and it is a clan, he's sure of it—would at least offer some hospitality to its visitors and potential joiners. Then again, his experience is limited, and the world was kinder then. "I'm missing a leg, if you haven't noticed, and my skills lie in medicine, not hunting or fighting. Or is it only strength you value?" He snorts derisively, fur fluffing up along his spine. "A clan can't stand on warriors alone. But what do I know? Go on, alienate a healer. Don't expect me to patch you up if you trip and break your nose."