[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] The basket he had thrown together for the Skulls was a bit different than the one he'd dropped off at the Knights of Eden.
While he had tossed gags and joke books into it all the same, the basket mostly contained supplies. Neue knew well that the wars between Solsticeclan and the Skulls had to of taken a toll, and the most recent battle tugged at his heartstrings enough for the usually grumpy creature to make sure they had the supplies to survive after all of this. He knew battle, he knew war; it could take a heavy toll on anyone.
And so, the skeletal wyvern landed.. actually, relatively close to the ship, a heavy basket filled to its brim with what Neue deemed nessesities dangling from his massive jaw. The basket itself held much more than the Knights of Eden one — it wasn't as if BlizzardClan was picking favorites, Neue himself simply felt for them on a personal level. The basket held prey and medical supplies just as the other had, but on a much larger scale; more herbs, more bandages, bigger and more prey and game. There were no weapons nor anything that he would of considered putting in a "survival care package", as he wasn't sure if anyone here knew how to use them. He sure didn't.
Glowing red eyes peered down at a few NPCs that had gatheted, and he coughed nervously. Kinda awkward, but whatever..? Setting the basket down, he looked around, still well worn from the flight here. * uh.. sorry. ive.. ive got g-gifts from blizzardclan..?