Viktor turns and puts on a small, slightly worried smile. He picks up the young troll and her injured toy, carefully inspecting it. "Poor Mr. Pokey! Let's get him fixed up right avvay. My little darling, vvhat vvere you doing that he's gotten another hole?"

🍻  to  run  into  my  muse  at  the  bar.

Ashoal is bitching to vik while Ammare plays in the water

Viktor isn't actually all that bothered by the heat but he does enjoy bonding with Ashoal through shared complaints.

"Darling, I'm one and a half millennia* young. Don't forget that."

//DARLING ASK THE PURPLE THEIR NAME BEFORE YOU TRY TO KILL THEM!

// I GOT WORD IT COULD BE AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE THAT WOULDN'T HURT A FLY!!!

the third message would come almost as an afterthought to the prior two.

//HIS NAME IS TANNOS

there. Now all he had to do was wait and hope his friend isn't a smear on a wall now.

Viktor almost ignored the little song his phone made but knew it was his matesprit, and figured he should check it just in case. Well, that was helpful information! There could have been a terrible misunderstanding if it was this friend. And if it isn't the friend, Viktor would be able to have a good meal without guilt.

IV: Vv=I vvill inquire to vvhether or not it is your friend. I had just found a vvay inside but I think a more direct approach may be better, in case it is him. I vvill report back vvith the outcome.=vV

Viktor had considered heading inside through an upstairs window to get a drop on the purpleblood, but at this point that seemed a bit rude. Instead, he knocked at the door.

"I am Viktor, though you may knovv better my title of The Sentinal. I vvish to speak vvith you. I do not - for the moment - vvish you harm. VVe may have a shared acquaintance, Ashoal. Please come out and introduce yourself. You vvill be safe as long as the grub is."