Volke walks through the camp with intent, trying to stick to where there was a minimal chance of being snuck up on. He was the sneaker, not the sneaked. There was a pressing matter at hand, one that was not solving itself anytime soon. It was evident that wasn’t being solved by how easy it was to find his target.
“So, Dyne, I see you’d rather put your misguided trust in the flesh eaters who’ll betray you rather than put your misguided trust in someone who’s looking out for himself and you in the process.“ after brief pause, and a chuckle, Volke says, “And, that’s only 35 more times I’m gonna take you over the coals about that betrayal. It’s just damn funny.”
Volke retrieves one of his throwing knives, a subconsciously starts flipping it around, as a way to pass the time, but also to be ready in case anything were to come and attack.
“I’ll give you props for trying, but wiping some paint off of your face ain’t gonna stave off your harem. You carry yourself the same way, your face looks the same, and you still cry about lost promises. So what’re you gonna do to make it so we’re safe?”
“So, Dyne, I see you’d rather put your misguided trust in the flesh eaters who’ll betray you rather than put your misguided trust in someone who’s looking out for himself and you in the process.“ after brief pause, and a chuckle, Volke says, “And, that’s only 35 more times I’m gonna take you over the coals about that betrayal. It’s just damn funny.”
Volke retrieves one of his throwing knives, a subconsciously starts flipping it around, as a way to pass the time, but also to be ready in case anything were to come and attack.
“I’ll give you props for trying, but wiping some paint off of your face ain’t gonna stave off your harem. You carry yourself the same way, your face looks the same, and you still cry about lost promises. So what’re you gonna do to make it so we’re safe?”