[While most people might take some time to acclimate to their new and very surprise settings (and he had taken enough time to take in the basics of this place), Clive is simply incapable of sitting still for long. Besides, if helping take care of this place's problems will help him get back to Valisthea faster to deal with its own, then all the better.
And what better way, he thinks, than to deal with supposedly dangerous wyverns? He's fought them before. He's fought worse before and clearly survived, so he thinks nothing of this new quest. Though he's aware of his surroundings at all times, of course; all those years in the Imperial army leave an impact.
What Clive doesn't expect when he arrives is to hear a very familiar barking.]
Torgal?
[He hurries to the animal and gives him a quick petting, but looking beyond him, he sees even more familiar faces. And blood. Far too much blood. His chest constricts as he rushes toward them, immediately looking for any injuries beneath all that blood.]
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And what better way, he thinks, than to deal with supposedly dangerous wyverns? He's fought them before. He's fought worse before and clearly survived, so he thinks nothing of this new quest. Though he's aware of his surroundings at all times, of course; all those years in the Imperial army leave an impact.
What Clive doesn't expect when he arrives is to hear a very familiar barking.]
Torgal?
[He hurries to the animal and gives him a quick petting, but looking beyond him, he sees even more familiar faces. And blood. Far too much blood. His chest constricts as he rushes toward them, immediately looking for any injuries beneath all that blood.]
Was it the wyverns? We should go.