A deep sigh of relief takes over Kouen, the arrow that was held between his two fingers find itself stuck on a branch next to the stranger in white.
"How many arrows is he worth?" He asked as the tension in the air lessened. A slight breeze passes by, grass rippling along with the wind and the leaves follow.
He lowers his bow and slowly walks over while studying the other two. Making sure no one is underneath, Kouen assists the other miqo'te down. Holds his hand out to help him up.
"Sorry about that. Names Kouen, sellsword." He yanks the arrow out of the branch nearby, shakes his head to himself. He turns to the elezen and the miqo'te.
"Any of you wouldn't happen to see a female miqo'te of the sun, about 5ft tall, skin slightly darker than mine, has black hair and blue eyes?" He inquired while looking around squinting his eyes as if trying to see all of the horizon through the trees.
"How many arrows is he worth?" He asked as the tension in the air lessened. A slight breeze passes by, grass rippling along with the wind and the leaves follow.
He lowers his bow and slowly walks over while studying the other two. Making sure no one is underneath, Kouen assists the other miqo'te down. Holds his hand out to help him up.
"Sorry about that. Names Kouen, sellsword." He yanks the arrow out of the branch nearby, shakes his head to himself. He turns to the elezen and the miqo'te.
"Any of you wouldn't happen to see a female miqo'te of the sun, about 5ft tall, skin slightly darker than mine, has black hair and blue eyes?" He inquired while looking around squinting his eyes as if trying to see all of the horizon through the trees.
