VeniceAvolin

A gust of wind blows through Tatsuya’s hair, huffing out the cold air. The team had just reached the outskirts of Cannelini. “First time visiting here?” Quest turns to him. He nods, pulling his scarf down to his chin. “How do the locals manage to survive in this weather?” Tatsuya stares down at the frozen port, amazed to see many ships and griffolk working together in such conditions. The group of griffolk slowly make their way into the city. “Well, if it isn’t Quest and his team?” A bagbean walks up to Quest, a book in hand. “Ficus! Glad we could make it in time!” Quest replies back. Tatsuya took a good look at the griffolk. Ficus averts his gaze over to the terrdragon. “And who might this be?” Tatsuya straightens his back, and extends his arm out to him. “Tatsuya sir, nice to meet you.” They both exchange a handshake and a smirk to one another. “I hope you know what you’ll be doing. I don’t want to be picking up your slack.” Tatsuya scoffs, “Oh, I promise you I’ll be just