K'haali watches K'ailia return to her place, wrinkling her nose with barely concealed disdain at her suggestion before standing, dusting herself off and retrieving her bag and notes.
"I stand before Azeyma and the tribe, to rrremind us what we and our ancestors are and have always been; apex hunters and gatherers. Nothing under azeymas gaze is beyond our grrasp, and that which is beyond it we have traded our excesses for." She offers a brief glance away from the fire, seemingly judging whether she has got the crowd's imagination.
"Our ancestors came to the sagolii tracking our namesake, hipparion. When they died out, they did not starve, they did not curl up and beg azeyma for succor, nor did they go running to outsiderrrs to shelter. They found new sources of food and new game such as the desert wurms and made them ours too." K'haali almost spits at the idea of going to outsiders for succor. "In this new umbral era, once more our old sources of sustenance are changing but the deserrt's bounty remains immense, if only hidden from Azeyma's gaze."
K'haali reaches into the hemp sack and lifts out a chunk of blueish grey rock, a handful of orange crystals, and a crudely smelted iridescent blue metallic ingot. Â
"Our people have used mythril for generations, it is abundant here in the rocks of the Sagolii, as well as the fire crystals needed to extract it from it's rocky hiding place. However, this abundance is found in few otherr places; and few but us can thrive in these lands even if they wanted to take it for themselves. We used to trade what we had in abundance, for that which we needed, and the day rocks and sand are in short supply is the day the void takes us all. So, before Azeyma I propose we take our unique gifts, expertise, and access to these resources and trade that which we have in abundance for that which we need."
Content to have said her piece, K'haali kneels before the fire, removing a number of maps and charts of the Sagolii region from her leather folder and setting them a safe distance from the flames, weighing the papers down with the ingot and ore sample, before returning to her place among her sisters, discreetly trying to gauge the nuhn's expression for any hint of support.
"I stand before Azeyma and the tribe, to rrremind us what we and our ancestors are and have always been; apex hunters and gatherers. Nothing under azeymas gaze is beyond our grrasp, and that which is beyond it we have traded our excesses for." She offers a brief glance away from the fire, seemingly judging whether she has got the crowd's imagination.
"Our ancestors came to the sagolii tracking our namesake, hipparion. When they died out, they did not starve, they did not curl up and beg azeyma for succor, nor did they go running to outsiderrrs to shelter. They found new sources of food and new game such as the desert wurms and made them ours too." K'haali almost spits at the idea of going to outsiders for succor. "In this new umbral era, once more our old sources of sustenance are changing but the deserrt's bounty remains immense, if only hidden from Azeyma's gaze."
K'haali reaches into the hemp sack and lifts out a chunk of blueish grey rock, a handful of orange crystals, and a crudely smelted iridescent blue metallic ingot. Â
"Our people have used mythril for generations, it is abundant here in the rocks of the Sagolii, as well as the fire crystals needed to extract it from it's rocky hiding place. However, this abundance is found in few otherr places; and few but us can thrive in these lands even if they wanted to take it for themselves. We used to trade what we had in abundance, for that which we needed, and the day rocks and sand are in short supply is the day the void takes us all. So, before Azeyma I propose we take our unique gifts, expertise, and access to these resources and trade that which we have in abundance for that which we need."
Content to have said her piece, K'haali kneels before the fire, removing a number of maps and charts of the Sagolii region from her leather folder and setting them a safe distance from the flames, weighing the papers down with the ingot and ore sample, before returning to her place among her sisters, discreetly trying to gauge the nuhn's expression for any hint of support.
