"Or at least a pleasant one, to which I wish the same to you." Kent replied. He smiled slightly at the sight. The bandages that he tested indeed held up well. They would hold for a good while.
As the door closed behind the weretiger, Morgan found himself alone again. It would be sometime when he found himself back at Razortooth again, but when he did...it wouldn't hurt to run a background check on the man. He seemed to inch towards the status of friend for now...but only reality, and the future could tell if he turned out to be a foe later.