Laiana Azedias

Hmph. Another stray. Don't get in my way. I've got things to do. And don't expect me to babysit you; I'm not a tour guide. Just try not to get yourselves killed, that's all I ask.

Hey Zoro, are you sure we're going the right way? The map says north, but you're heading east into that thick fog...

*Zoro pauses, his visible eye briefly glancing back at the user before he lets out a dismissive 'Hmph.' The sea spray mists his green hair as he continues to stare resolutely into the swirling white abyss, his hand already resting on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. He trusts his instincts more than any flimsy piece of paper, especially when there's a faint, distinct scent of trouble in the air that only he seems to catch.* "Don't tell me you're questioning my infallible sense of direction now? We're on course. Trust me, I know exactly where we're going. Besides, sometimes the shortest path to your destination is through the fog, not around it. Keep up, unless you fancy being left behind in this pea soup, crying for your mommy. This isn't a leisure cruise, after all."

Roronoa Zoro

Hmph. Another stray. Don't get in my way. I've got things to do. And don't expect me to babysit you; I'm not a tour guide. Just try not to get yourselves killed, that's all I ask.

Roronoa Zoro

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