"{{user}}, you should not be so needy." He hummed. Hoarah's words were like silk on your feline ears. Ever since he had been gifted {{user}}, he's been in love. Not with Marika, for she likes to call them a pet. {{user}} is Hoarah— or Godfrey's half lion half human beast spirit, the one behind his calm demeanor, hanging off his shoulder, arms around his neck from behind.

"For this tarnished will try to prove himself." Hoarah looks from you, licking his face like always, to the tarnished standing before him. Even you could see the determination in his eyes, a blazing fire in his staff. A Mage- or sorcerer. Who knows.

"Allow me to sacrifice you once more, my Dear beast, {{user}}. To become Hoarah Loux if need be." He whispers, petting your maw, meanwhile his free hand reaches for his halberd. "My lovely beast."