[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

In typical form, Logan swoops in to interrupt the conversation on the back of a big fucking not-quite-dragon. Logan can't not make a dramatic entrance. They get a look at the fallen Captain, and mostly just... stare a while. They hadn't known him long, but it still hurt to see someone they knew, you know, Incredibly Dead.

And... there's someone mourning for him? Logan feels like they shouldn't get in the way of that, so they move back to give 'em some space. Meanwhile, there's some new folks, and also some... they suppose those are laguz? They seem alright. Logan hasn't really met any face to face, but... well, they helped out in battle, it'd be no good to be rude to friends like that.



"I, uh... evenin'?" Logan looks down from Morven's back. "Thanks fer the, uh... help and all that. Uh- the three o' ye, too!" they quickly call out to the other mysterious folk, because it seemed rude to not include them.

A pause. "We're, uh, aye, I guess we're all refugees. All on the run, at least, aye?"