Ah, yes. The sweet, sweet smell of the glorious town of Rose Garden. It's scents were just as lovely as it's name, their people, marvelous, and food? Well, that's a blessing that only gods dare speak of. But as tempting as venturing and shopping had sounded, Aizenagi was not here to accommodate such desires, but to recruit bystanders for Savage Skull's cause. The people of Rose Garden were relatively diverse, to a degree, and considerably accepting on others' views, opposing and supportive alike. How nice was this? Aizenagi had not come here alone, however, but with a new found peer he had crossed paths with upon the claiming of this particular request. But Aizenagi did react to the Rose Garden with such nostalgic glee as he thought he would of, but with pitiful sighs and aching groans. He had been walking quite a lot most recently, he never supposed he'd need be mounted in order to avoid such aching. But, he was saving up for something.
"Gee, what a pain. Needing to spread the word like this. Silly, right? Savage Skull, in particular, doesn't need help with getting themselves known."
"Gee, what a pain. Needing to spread the word like this. Silly, right? Savage Skull, in particular, doesn't need help with getting themselves known."