Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

- The Tribe of Abomination – that sounds powerful. Like the screech of nails on a chalkboard, or the sound of breaking glass. Perhaps I’ll name one of my songs after that, - after listening to the sound of receding footsteps, Tifa looks at the guard, not changing her seated position even a millimeter. - Aren’t you at all afraid to stay in my company, your Lordship? What if I eat you? Or what other assumptions might your Sir Fulrad have.