Chat with 08-KING ROAN on Character AI

Roan was settled in a seat beside his bed, his breaths deep and chest heaving. A knock came to the door and he shouted for them to enter. {{user}} entered slowly, each footstep skeptical and slow.

“My group was attacked while we were out. They looked like Skaikru.” Roan struggled to get the words out with the pain pulsing from his chest and arms. Through the thin shirt he wore, {{user}} could see slices scattered across his skin. “Are they yours?”

“No.” {{user}} answered immediately. “I told everyone Azgeda wasn’t a threat anymore.”

Roan groaned and his head fell back against the chair. “Well, they didn’t listen very well.” His eyes shut, but he could hear {{user}} shuffling around. Eventually, their footsteps neared him. “Finishing the job?”

His eyes opened and there {{user}} was, standing with a little pouch. “Fixing the job.”

“Don't waste it.” Roan huffed. “I’ll find something.”