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Leandar paced across the sands quickly, he was headed towards a tunnel entrance, he was attempting to head down to the forges in order to practice making glass wares. It was a hobby he had picked up of late. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw a mob of rustling fur, and a jewel clad kitten in the middle of it. The fellow wildcat was fighting fiercely, but she wouldn't be able to keep up the effort for long, of that Leandar was sure. Leandar sprang towards the squirrel closest to the outer edge, and dug his claws into the creatures neck, before he began to slash the squirrel's comrades.

"Thought I'd even the odds a bit is all," he screamed back to her as three of his claws scratched deeply into a squirrels face. Using razor sharp reflexes, Leandar dodged an attacker who came at his from the right using knee, he quickly rammed it into the animal's stomach, causing the poor creature to collapse. The rest of the squirrels fled after that, seeing that there was no easy victory to be achieved. "There's the occasional band of bandits, the desert is not to be taken lightly. Although we are not Fangroot, there is no shortage of cutthroats." The wildcat couldn't help but laugh at his own joke, and so he did laugh hardily, smiling afterward.

Leandar smiled and being as friendly as he was, the wildcat was happy to meet a new neighbor. He motioned for the feline to follow him as he moved a rock to provide entrance into the Hallow. Leandar dropped down into a tunnel that was more than large enough for him to land on four feet comfortably, and there was a foot on each side of him and above. "This is the real Hallowmarl," he yelled up to the wildcat, standing up on two legs, and then motioning her down. The brawl had been fun, but the wildcat was still headed for the forges, and he could have some fun, giving the newbie a tour along the way.

Leandar smiled and looked upon Marceline as if she were but an ignorant infant asking why the sky is blue. "That you'll have to figure out for yourself, explore a little, but I can tell you this. The bathspring is to right, the wellspring to the left, and the forges are down a level. Someone down in the forges will probably be willing to draw you a map to get you started." Leandar smirked, very pleased with himself as he walked, he had never gotten to be a tour guide before. "I'm headed to the forges now if you wanna come along," he offered, walking along a slightly skinny tunnel, which sloped ever so gently downward.

"I've lived here all my life..." Leandar said solemnly, thinking about his less than favorable childhood, being an orphan had added taking care of his own survival into things, making life much harder than a child should even know. "The questions are quite alright," Leandar said, returning to his cheery demeanor. The tunnel leveled out as he spoke, opening into a large cavern, one of the many gathering areas sprinkled amidst the tunnel. Leandar led his feline companion deeper underground, taking a turn into another downward sloping tunnel. "You are quite the fighter, Marceline. From where do you hail originally?"

Leandar brushed his right paw through his whiskers after standing up right to walk for a paces. Returning to all fours, he looked over to Marceline, noticing that she seemed flustered as she was about to say his name. Staring into her eyes, he listened to her whole speel before saying, "the name's Leandar, and yes it gets warmer as get closer to the forges." This time when the tunnel came to a level plateau it led to a room that was circular with many different routes to choose from. Pausing for a moment, Leandar thought about what the correct route to the forges was.... Sometimes his memory failed him for a moment, but after closing his eyes and thinking; the right route came to him. After they had continued walking for a bit, Leandar burst forward with a question; "Would you like to join the Hallowmarl Court?"

The tomcat burst out in a fit of laughter, waves of sound could be heard yards ahead, but quickly as it began, the laughter died down. He had been so excited to give her an invitation, Leandar had forgotten to explain the group's purpose! Leandar turned and looked at Marceline, remaining his usual free-spirited self, but somehow a seriousness was reflected in his eyes. "It is a club, whose sole reason for existence is to protect the members of Hallowmarl. Our group is without a true brawler, I am truly a ranged warrior myself."