<hr/>Name: Grendel<br/>Location:Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br/>Time: Afternoon<br/>Tagging: Anybody<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Max is right!" </strong>A loud voice said.  And Grendel was surprised to hear it was her own.  It wasn't just self-preservation, although a brawl here and now would make her very sensitive self literally 'feel everyone's pain'.<strong>"Betrayal, Traitor, Backstab; those are <em>human </em>words.  Vargyr don't have them.  For them, the idea of a pack member disobeying the Alpha is unthinkable.  And the idea of an Alpha not putting their pack before themselves is just as unthinkable.  Questioning a leader, at least their intentions and loyalty, is like questioning the Law of Gravity or the Word of God."<br/></strong><br/><strong>"And <em>Will</em>..."</strong>Grendel paused,<strong>"...please be patient.  He's been through more than most of you know..."</strong>She whispered.<em>Most of it by me</em>, she thought...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A quick post if more soothing is needed.  Grendel is laying on Vargyr psychology thick as jam, hoping to give the outnumbered Greg one more advocate...</div></div><br/>