Y'Tar walks over to the chartruese haired female's table, sisters in tow.
As the three Gergerglock siblings make their way across the entire bar, many massive males take notice of the lovely Rojolan girls, their black and white skirts fluttering as the walk. The males nearly drool at the sight of the slender red legs, and the adorable feet wrapped in tiny black and white open-toed heels.
Y'Tar stops at the table, but does not sit. It is at this time that he notices the female's lips and eyes are other shades of green.
"Ah, Transgression," the chartruese haired girl greets. "You've finally arrived."
"My apologies," Y'Tar says, his voice reminiscient of the past Transgressions. "I was held up by three green worms that thought themselves my superiors. Needless to say, they are now green paste."
The chartruese haired girl laughs a bit, then lowers her long legs off the table.
"Please," she offers, "sit down."
Y'Tar nods, and sits on the nearest chair. His sisters hurry to sit on the chairs on either side of their brother. V'Mar in black sits to his left, and V'Bar in white on his right. Both sisters stay quiet as their brother and their new ally talk.
"I am not yet familiar with ALL existing members of our group," Y'Tar admits. "Though I am aware of which are out."
"Yes, it is sad that we lost Teuthida and Derp," referring to the squidman and gigantes that Y'Tar had brought with him to fight Saffire and his two Tamaranian females.
"Well, obviously the reason we lost them was because they were not strong enough to stand up to the Tamaranians," Y'Tar comments, "or even that silver-headed fool, Val-Yor."
The chartruese haired female nods in understanding.
"I am being rude," Y'Tar chuckles, sitting straighter. "I have yet to hear your name."
The chartruese haired female sits up and offers her hand.
"I am Verde," she says.
Y'Tar takes Verde's hand, and they shake.
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