Mommut's skin harden and the butterflies ping harmlessly off of him and while Pellaelin vanishes and appears atop the podium. Mommut stoically stares down Baron and Baron raises an eyebrow at Mommut and then tilts his head up to Pellaelin. "Well this just got a bit more interesting now didn't it. You are no Children of the Dragon, you are born of the Sun like myself aren't you??? Come we have much to speak of friends. And also here, you can wear who you are proudly." Baron's anima banner flares up and he begins to walk off hand gesturing to both of you to follow.




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