The old man stands immobile, flicking his tail from side to side in thought. He wonders if the boy and his dog will be able to carve out some manner of respect here or if they'll just be another sad story to spread the Basin's negative reputation. Dewy-eyes better not have been lying about his experience in battle, as it might be the only thing that saves him now. Albrecht can see the determination in their eyes - all of them - and he wonders whether the established members of the herd would accept a change of heart for someone they’ve so easily written off, regardless of his achievements. With their deep set quirks and biases, the Reapers herd is a frustratingly irrational bunch.
He watches the group shrink away, disinterested in following. He’d come here to fill his stomach and fill his stomach is exactly what he's going to do. Reaching down to snatch a mouthful of thick, green blades, he shakes his head and neck dismissively. A strangers worldly obstacles are no concern of his, but who doesn't love a good underdog story?
OOC // Alby out. @Ki'irha @Mortuus Nox @Daemyn