Aftermath

[Hemlocke]

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Hemlocke listened to Montes, a rogue he respected due to his unflinching defiance, even towards the packleaders. Turning to look over the landing bay, watching the Gen'an cell and their Matriarch silently, a face to face meeting was never had between the Hellhound and Matriarch. Their two factions haven't interacted in well, a couple years now.

"Fuze tells me you're a crude, yet effective individual, Jack. How would you describe yourself? Oh yes, and don't worry, that braindead baboon will be here to annoy you soon enough. I had to work tirelessly to maintain his vital signs with this last suicide mission he went on."

Lady Ashwood focused her ghastly gaze upon Montes, an air of superiority oozed from her that almost made Montes sick to his stomach, her head still high and arms folded behind her back, usually Hemlocke butchers these types, so why was she around? Her gaze was ever so judgmental over the pill popper, and it was clear as day despite her quite literally dead eyes.

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