[ Danse gives a noncommittal hum at this, still not sure whether he really agrees, given what all he's seen thus far.
He should defer to the expertise of someone who's apparently seen a little more of the road around here. But when the only thing presently werewolfy about him is his hair after that wind gust, and he hasn't had the chance to undress yet and see the sigil branded on him against his will, he still thinks the convoy edges out the basement of Listening Post Bravo for places he'd rather be. Just barely. It's harder to complain, with nothing left to lose. ]
I'll admit, I don't like the sound of those radio broadcasts, but even so--
[ When the wind hits again, it does so swiftly and without warning, sending even Danse staggering backward over the uneven ground to trip and land flat on his back. All right, maybe Arcade's got a point about this place. ]
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He should defer to the expertise of someone who's apparently seen a little more of the road around here. But when the only thing presently werewolfy about him is his hair after that wind gust, and he hasn't had the chance to undress yet and see the sigil branded on him against his will, he still thinks the convoy edges out the basement of Listening Post Bravo for places he'd rather be. Just barely. It's harder to complain, with nothing left to lose. ]
I'll admit, I don't like the sound of those radio broadcasts, but even so--
[ When the wind hits again, it does so swiftly and without warning, sending even Danse staggering backward over the uneven ground to trip and land flat on his back. All right, maybe Arcade's got a point about this place. ]