Nexus Dorma

The first sign... The scent of the creature still lingers on the tract of sand where it chose to mark it's territory. Generally the land itself would be covered with this beast's piss, but this scent is relatively fresh; no more than a day or two old. G'leo inhales the pungent smells, enough to cause his tail to curl in disgust. His body is almost pressing against the ground as he breathes what remains of the beast's trace, but he must do this until he is able to memorize and recognize it. He remains there for a good five minutes; allowing the sun to bear upon his back as he crouches against the sand like an Orobon. When he opens his eyes does his true trial begin. The scent is now to be considered old. His prey will have moved on and be harder to hunt. It moves often like the condor and swiftly as the drake does across the desert, and it could very well be in any region of Thanalan by this time. He must travel as swiftly as his prey, and wait for his opportunity; should it present itself. The scent lingers for now, but the sands will cleanse itself from the impurity soon. Rrrememberr, if a beast marrrks it's territory, it does so to establish it's domain. This beast will do so each day the sun shall rise to ward off any it's competition. My son, you arrre as an unwelcome guest in it's land when you enterrr it's domain and nothing morrre than a merre piece of sand underrr it's claw. It is strrrong and fierce, and it will defend its pride to the verry end. Conquerrr your mind but do not dismiss yourr fearr; it will keep you alive. Walk boldly to face yourrr adversarrry and do not let doubt settle into yourrr hearrt. The deserrt and yourr prrey will test you, but you musn't falterrr. Prrress on my son, and become the man you werrre meant to be. The deserrrt will be your true judge, and if you arrre worrthy...you will rrrise in victorrry to be at yourrr fatherr's place. His father's words still echo in his ear. G'leo rises from the sand, breathes deep and long, and begins to advance further into the desert. He will create a shelter and remain for a time until the beast has chosen lay it's claim again. His legs will carry him far, but his resolve...must carry him farther. The first sign...

"Exquisite...just, exquisite." G'leo jars awake in his darkened cell as a silhouette appears before the door. He cannot distinguish the face of the large form of the man who stands there, but his presence incites an air of unease. "It's a fine specimen if I do say so myself master," speaks a voice from behind the figure; the voice much less booming than the first. "But this one is clearly ragged, and it looks far to savage a prize. Shall we not continue our inspection before we choose upo-" "No, we shall not." The first lines of a face can be seen as the much larger shadow turns his head. The traces of light from the torch, which were previously blocked out by the man, begin to display the distinct facial features of a dark-skinned Roegadyn with ebony hair. "It shall do just fine. You would do well to remember, that an esteemed man such as myself seeks the most exotic and rare finds this world has to offer, and since you are clearly lacking in a keener-eye, this one..." pointing back to G'leo. "Is of a unique breed and status. I want this one." The Miqo'te rises up from the makeshift bed of straw and cloth, stepping closer to the bars which separate him from the giant. "Who are you, and why have you come here?" The Roe fixes his gaze on G'leo's eyes; a wince of what appears to be disgust crosses his face. G'leo's question remains unanswered as the man turns around addressing his comrade. "Yes, this one will do just fine." The Roe joins the second; a tall, slender framed Elezen nods his head to his master, and offers a scowl in G'leo's direction. The guard on duty stands with them and escorts them both out of the cell block. He happens to have been flipping a large, gold coin in the air as he walks G'leo watches them leave as silently as they came, but the feeling of unease doesn't accompany them as they depart.

G'leo looks at Eva, so does the guard, so does his officer next to him. A strand of hair manages to spring free in G'leo's braids. Luckily the guards didn't know of the smoke bomb, but the gesture the "lawyer" makes shocks them all the same. "Uh, I don't...I mean how...when. Mmmmmmmpf." G'leo hides his head behind his palms as he rubs his face. This isn't at all what he was looking forward too. He takes the card handed to him through the bars; still unable to look up at her. He mumbles into his palm. "Thnkfffs, Eva." The guard walks behind the lawyer and opens the door so she/he might follow him out. He looks flabbergasted.

"Slippery?" G'leo looks to her questioningly. "I'm not sure I catch your meaning." He takes the silver orb from her, inspecting it from the safety in the palm of his hand. He nods his head, puts the small explosive in a pocket, and looks back to Eva. "I'm sorry I brought so much trouble to you and the refugees. I'd prefer rather to not be here, but alas...for the time being it is necessary. I will miss the outdoors for a while." He attempts a smile; failing horribly. "Eva, promise me you won't try anything crazy while I'm in here. I don't want to find out you've been hurt or injured, and if you are planning something drastic; think about it before you do. Please be safe out there."

"Ah, wait! Is that a bomb?!" G'leo backs up away from the iron bars as Eva prepares the device. "Wait! Don't arm that thing! Think about this for a second. If you set this off here you're more than likely going to kill us in the process, and even if we managed to survive, we'd be walking out from one the most heavily guarded cities and then hunted by all of Uldah as terrorists. We can't do that; we have people to protect." He hopes his words reach her ears before she considers going another step further. The guard is becoming even more suspicious of the commotion from their cell. He has already sent a repot up to his officer who has already sent word to Ser Crofte. "Listen to me, I have to be here Eva. If not to protect the refugees, but to ensure your and everyone else's safety." G'leo's voice had been reduced to a whisper. "I know what I was getting into when I turned myself in to the officials here, please...trust me to know what to do Eva. I promise my story will not end here, and I promise, if you want to ride Norrington I will teach you how. I have to do this; I know this is where I need to be."

A lone guard standing at the far end of the hall watches the "lawyer" curiously; his suspicions aroused, but he's not in a position to ask questions for proper validation of the documents. Better to just send it up to Commander Crofte later; she'll want to know about this. G'leo gives a relieved chuckle, borderline on ecstatic, as Ev- Rufus Ruferson speaks to him. "I..." he lowers his own voice. "I don't know what's going on, or what you are doing...but I'm more than happy to see you. Are they ok, the refugees? Nothing has happened to them? Are you alright?" G'leo looks back down the hall and, despite his complete and total lack of perception on the theatrics of "acting", goes along with the ploy. "Theft, murder, and treason. Those were the charges that were posted on the wanted papers, and those charges are in a manner true. I can't and won't deny that, but they were from my distant past and not against the people of Ul'dah." He pauses, preparing himself to tell what he has kept secret. "The short version of my story starts with my lineage. My true name is G'leo Nuhn, and I was once the rightful heir to my father's tribe, the G tribe of the Sangolli Plateaus. My father, G'anu Nuhn, was usurped by a manipulative visionary named G'ramau Tia, the current Nuhn of my tribe, but his title was won through trickery and deceit. He challenged my father to a duel for the right to lead my people, this happened while I was on a pilgrimage to earn the right to claim my father's place, and used dark magic, which was a forbidden practice among my people, to kill my father. When he became the Nuhn, G'ramau enforced that right to his claim by killing many of my people who opposed him...including my mother, brothers, and sisters." He pauses as the memories come flooding back, but nevertheless continues. "When I returned to my village, I sought to kill G'ramau myself and challenged him to a duel...but to no avail, I lost the duel and barely escaped with my life; the man again used his dark magic to defeat me. After my defeat...I ran. His sons hunted me relentlessly through the desert for the next month, and although I killed one of them during this time, the other five managed to escape my grasp and reported back to their father. It wasn't long after the death of G'ramau's first son that U'odh Nuhn and his warriors found me. The U tribe had long been allies with my people, and, because of this, U'odh took me in and raised me as a son from that day." He looks up to Eva; searching for any means of hope. "The charges, pressed against me, are all from that time I survived in the desert, but G'ramau Nuhn has been hunting me now for the past ten years. He's used this city-state's government to issue a...I don't know what you people call it...but a request for my arrest; offering a bounty to anyone who can return me alive to the G tribe. I believed that his hunt was over until about a year ago when I ran into an old member of my tribe. They reported back to G'ramau, and thus, as Franz has shown me, were their efforts raised as well as the bounty. I turned myself in because for the past two weeks I've been hunted by bounty hunters. I didn't want to lead them back to the refugee camps...I didn't want to put any of them at risk. I know my tribe is now desperate to execute me on their own terms, but I couldn't allow those who offered me shelter to be in harms way because of my past. This...being something I have hidden from for over a decade now, and you being the second person to hear part of my story."

G'leo walks up to the iron bars from within his cell; giving a curious look to the stranger whom he doesn't immediately recognize. It takes a moment for Eva's scent to carry in this place, but he identifies her shortly. "Eva?! What are you doing here? And what are you wearing?"

(( So G'leo is in jail for the time being, but if anyone would like to pay him a visit while not in game to either mock, throw things at, or simply talk to him...Please feel free to do so here! ))

(( Stay tuned for upcoming RP!! ))

Norrington seems more than happy for the attention Eva gives him, even if he can't visually express it; mostly because he doesn't know how to smile properly without giving people a heart attack. He swallows what remains of his dinner and then proceeds to rub his head against her hand. Truth be known, he can't really feel it where the scales are thicker and tougher, but he does have a nice, soft, warm underbelly that is lightly covered in smaller scales. That's where he likes to be scratched the most. Myst walks up to Eva, pulling on her shirt. "Lady, where is mister lion going?" Norrington looks back to G'leo, huffing. If carefully observed, one might notice a look of determination cross its face, but the drake lets it fade as quickly as it might be seen. Eva's scratching his chin now; he likes this even more. "Also, also, also..." Myst continues without pause. "You are super cool! And GROOOOOOSS. You threw poop!" Norrington follows her quietly into the camp. It's going to be a long while before he will see his master again.

Norrington scoffs a plume of smoke in the direction of Koporo, but even his mood is shifting with his tasty treat in his mouth. He can sense that Eva is tense, so he decides a nice pat for himself would make her feel better; he attempts to encourage her by nudging his head against her hand as she walks, snorting a few times to try and catch her attention. He might even offer her some of his food. If she scratches his belly of course. Meanwhile: G'leo watches as Norrington escorts Eva further into the camps, sighing with relief. Norrington already knows what needs to be done, the drake has conveyed so to him by the connection they both share; however, G'leo's attentions now are focused on Franz. He walks alongside the man, keeping a wary eye around them as they both head back into the city. The least he can do is make sure the man makes it back to the city safely; even if G'leo is on edge, and Franz in a less than talking mood. As they move towards the gate the brass blade guard looks at the pair; stiffening as G'leo pauses in front of him. "Get lost savage, we don't need your kind causing anymore trouble." G'leo blinks once at the man, and carries on with Franz through the gate. G'leo's now set on a new mission...finding the Sultansworn, and hopefully...clearing this mess up. He will follow Franz as far as to the inn, afterwards he begins searching the city.

*CHOMP* *Crunch* *Chew, chew, chew* Norrington, having caught the flying fish in his mouth with dexterous ease, swings the Orobon in his mouth and smashes it's head on the ground for good measure. The calvary drake bites down hard on the innocent creature, severs it's life line, and shoots a dangerous glare towards the one who threw it at Eva; the same look that G'leo is now giving the newcomer. He would've been unseen if he had not decided to cause such a commotion as he ran through the camp, but because G'leo and Norrington the calvary drake have been on quite high alert since the arrival of the, now departed, Sultansworn, he became an easy target for the hunters' eyes. "YOU THERE! Be Gone! If you are looking to stir up trouble you will find yourself outmatched! Leave us to our own business and you can run along and deal with your own. Test the patience of the people and myself and you will be the one swallowed by the Sundrake!" The "onlookers" clearly don't support Koporo's actions; many of them being refugees that Eva has assisted prior to her little fiasco. They brandish makeshift weapons and glare threateningly at the troublemaker. "Outmatched" is a bit of an understatment right now; even Myst, the small refugee girl who has somehow made it outside of her mother's tent without her noticing, is sticking her tongue out at "Meanie-Chocobo-dung-face" who wanted to hurt her friend, Eva. G'leo gives a one last, challenging glare to the Orobon-flinger, before turning to Franz, who has seemingly begun to space out beside him. "Franz? Are you alright?" He shakes the man's shoulder, trying to snap him out of his trance. Norrington has taken it upon himself to walk with Eva now. She has acquired a new guardian for the time being, and Norrington has acquired a new, tasty dinner.

Both Norrington and G'leo stare dumbfounded. Norrington, who is currently being attempted to hustle along, isn't. He barely budges as Eva pulls on his scales. Who knew that drake's could be so suprised themselves. G'leo doesn't know what "cunt" means, but he can imagine it's not good.

"Miss, who?" So that was her name, Crofte. "No, not specifically." speaking to Franz. "I believe I met her once in Natalie's company, but that is the extent of our acquaintance." He listens to both their conversation, trying to understand the extent of the conflict between the two. This class conflict is something that confuses him; yes there are different levels within his society, but only for the Nuhn's...even then it wasn't as he remembered. He turns to Franz. "Could you expla- EY!" Norrington has taken it upon himself to reveal his position, walking boldly over to where Eva stands, more than curious about the new arrival. The tension having stirred his own protective nature as he moves to Eva. The hiss from G'leo does startle the drake, but he stands plain in view before the gate.

G'leo, a bit tense, whispers back to Franz. "In all honesty, I can't say I rightly know. Eva is in support of the refugees' cause, but I don't see what the Sultansworn has to do with it." Norrington peaks his head from within one of the tents. How the bloody hell he got into it is beyond G'leo, but at least he's remaining hidden. "Are you alright? You look pale?" He asks the Highlander.

G'leo feigns an ignorant smile at Eva; purely genuine as he does have a vast amount of respect for both Eva and Franz. "I would do no such thing. You're refinement is never in question, my dear; I am humbled by that fact, despite my sometimes less than 'modest' appearance." "Little one, at least be kind enough to introduce yourself before you depart." The girl blushes, hiding her face in the crook of G'leo's shoulder. Odd time to be struck with timidity for the previously bold, little girl. "Mrrrrsss-" she mumbles into his collarbone. "I don't think they heard you." "Myst." she says, lifting her head up and then quickly back down. G'leo sighs, shrugging her into a better position. "Strange one (said to the girl), I shall return shortly (said to Eva and Franz)." He speaks a few words in his own language to Norrington, who pads next to him, and deposits the girl on the drake's back. The trio begin walking towards the eastern portion of the refugee camp, leaving Eva and Franz alone. He leads the drake, and now recovered, beaming Myst back to her mother's tent. It's only at this time does he notice the blades nearby. Shit. Leading the trio out of view of the soldiers, G'leo weaves through the tents to keep them out of view. He instructs Norrington to take the girl home, which the drake does so obediently, but Norrington lacks the finer parts of stealth, and takes a more obvious route to return Myst home. G'leo walks out from his hiding spot in time to see Eva address what appears to be the leader of the military force. The woman atop her chocobo is quickly recognized by him, but, for the life of him, can't remember her name. Well, perhaps this will make it easier to avoid detection. He walks next to Franz, purposely keeping his distance away from Eva and the Sultansworn.

His eyes continue to scan, overlooking the crests of the dunes surrounding him. To his east lies his adopted home, The Forgotten Springs, which appear as a mirage in the distance. The U tribe and tenants of the springs will spend their day hunting their own prey to provide food for the tribe, and the prospect to hone their skill. They are a self-sufficient lot, always seeking to improve their proficiency with the hunt, but none of the hunters would dare seek his prey. Not even the Burning Ash dare venture after this beast. His hand instinctively reaches for the necklace given to him by the Almaj'aa tribe. The blazing ruby, which rests in bronze crest at the base of the necklace, glows bright in the sun's light. The 'Flame of the Burning Ash', the jewel is called, was imparted to him by their leader, Hamujj Gah, as a prized gift for fighting alongside their people. This rare token was given to none other than their own blood, but the tribal leader saw him fit to receive it. The necklace became the symbol of his alliance with the Burning Ash tribe of Almaj'aa, but also the courage and strength that burns within their hearts. He is a brother of their tribe and shares that inner fire. The necklace, along with his father's earrings and crest, are the only things he has chosen to wear for this hunt. He spoke with U'odh Nuhn, the leader of the U tribe, before his departure, and the Nuhn had insisted he bring only what was necessary. Clothes and armor were not a part of that necessity. For this hunt, he must become equal with his prey, exposed and vulnerable to the elements, with only his weapon for defense. The females of the U tribe insisted that his body be painted before his departure; as was tradition. They painted symbols of protection, of strength, of fortitude, of power, and of death along the expanse of his entire body. Now, even he stands naked under the sun, with his body covered in the elaborate designs of the red, brown, and gold dyes, does he draw upon the power of the symbols; symbols reserved only for the Right of Passage. But what am I passing into... The question still lurked in the back of his mind. It irked him, and poisoned his resolve. He had already proven his right to manhood, but now he finds himself doing so again. Not out of failure, he had succeeded his first test, but now-...he wasn't so sure. If he couldn't find the answer to this problem his prey would over-power him, and the hunter would fall victim to the hunted. When he was but a boy, he knew his purpose was to bring honor to his family's name, but as a man he has no family to bring honor to. He is alone, just as he has been for ten years, atop his plateau. The beast proved strong and difficult during his first encounter. He was young during his first Right, young even among the other boys, but still he had succeeded where others had failed. Many died being eaten or killed during this hunt, but he had slain the beast and proven himself among the rest. Ten summers had passed since that day; this day being the eve of his first Right. He had proven his manhood, and brought with him the prize to present to his father...only to have it wretched away from him, along with his name. G'leo... G'leo is his name now. What it once was is no more, but what it is now can be reborn. He must begin again. He has to begin again. The desert accepts his answer to its first test and grants him his reward. The first sign. G'leo leaps into action, may the hunt begin.

"The merchants require a different level of tempermance." G'leo has Norrington sit on the ground while he walks over to Eva. "Eva's mission certainly has noble intentions, but it's the method that could do with some refining." He gives a Eva a level look; a mix between jesting and serious tone. "Nevertheless I have nothing but gratitude to her for working with this lost cause." He smiles finally. He looks to the girl in Eva's arms. "Here I'll take her. I'm sure your mother is wondering where you have been." The girl pouts in Eva's arms; cheeks puffing again. "But I want to keep braiding Miss Eva's hair." "You can cause mischief another day, her hair is nice enough even without you trying to stick desert flowers in it. I'll let you ride Norrington back alright?" Her face brightens at that prospect; now looking up at Eva

G'leo shrugs his shoulders with a look back to Eva. "At this point I can't say I know what I'm studying. Eva has something in mind to teach me of the politics and government of the city. I simply wish to learn, but the more knowledge I have the better off I will be." Norrington nudges Franz's palm, forcing his head underneath it; he clearly is warming up nicely even as Eva's new friend attempts to pounce on the drake's tail. "Well looks like you've made a new friend, Franz." G'leo smirks watching the drake amused. "What happened in the markets? I've never had a problem with the traders here, but then again...I've run some odd errands for them." He shrugs again; motioning for Norrington to return back to him.

The sands shift. the wind barely caresses the sand of the large dunes, but still the desert changes as if itself is a living creature. The sun bakes the land as the heat shifts and warps the view in his eyes; his own sweat evaporates before it can even fall to the hard rock beneath his feet. His viewpoint offers even less shade from atop of the plateau. It bring him closer to the star above and provides him with the view he needs. His skin burns under the suns rays. The Seeker closes his eyes and looks up to the source of light, remembering...the familiar burn, the same disorientation from it's heat, the power that bakes the desert beneath him, and the fire that has scorched the rock he stands on...his home. The Miqo'te opens his eyes again, having spent a good portion of the day watching and waiting for his prey like a hawk. There have no been no clear signs, having already been erased by the sands, but any good hunter from his land would know to follow the smaller traces. The fine lines unseen by the eye, but only found within the deserts spirit. It must guide him if he's to ever succeed. He has hunted this prey before. A dangerous foe with the ability to strike many men down, but he knew of this danger and that thrill provided him with his fire. He recalls, from the time when he was a boy, what this beast was capable of, but he has changed much since then. He is a man now, and it is time again to claim his right again. His clenches his fists as he searches for the traces; recalling a familiar feeling of vulnerability, anxiety, and insignificance looking down upon this vast desert. He is humbled by it's power, but knowing that he himself must yet again master himself and the desert if he ever wishes to prove his worth. He is a man now, and although these feelings are necessary for any good hunter, he knows what he must do. He MUST master himself...and face the greatest prey this land has to offer. He stands on his plateau and watches for the traces, for the small signs in the shifting ocean of the Sagolli. (( This is a personal log for G'leo's thoughts. All comments and critiques are welcome, but no roleplaying will be taken part of in this chat. Feel free to follow along if you are interested. ))

G'leo pats the side of the Sundrake trying to calm the reptile as it resumes it's inspection of the Highlander. Norrington has never been known for his temperament, but his reaction to being pet by a stranger surprises even G'leo. "It is good to see you as well Franz, and I've just been learning how to read." G'leo states as Norrington releases a plume of smoke from his nose. He likes Franz. "Eva," motioning to the female. "Has been kind enough to teach me how too. But what brings you out here to Uldah? Is everything ok in La Noscea?"

G'leo scratches his head; confused but trying to make sense of what she is saying. Phonectical rules still escaping the male Seeker. After some inspection of the book, she might see a few bite and claw marks that have scratched it's surface as well as a few torn pages. One might say it's a well-worn book, despite G'leo only having it for about a week, but he and Norrington both know...fighting and reading don't always make for the best combination. "C-h-o...Chocobo. I suppose that makes sense...but I don't understand why? What makes that chu-oh sound. Or how does it cha-" He stops, another scent catching his attention. Franz is nearby. "Pardon," he says, excusing himself for the moment. Standing up, G'leo watches the Highlander approach. He moves to greet the man, but is beaten to him by Norrington, who in a sudden spring of life, has rushed past the trio and charges ahead for Franz. The Sundrake stops a good five feet away form the man, padding cautiously closer and gingerly tasting the air with a long tongue (he vaguely remembers Franz from the Mist in La Noscea). "Tch, Norrington! Back off you bloody lizard." G'leo runs after him. "Hello Franz, don't mind him, he's...relatively harmless." He sighs pulling the drake back. The girl meanwhile has decided that Eva's lap would be the prime spot to park herself. Plop.

Both G'leo's and Norrington's attention is drawn up as the crowd begin to surround an oncoming figure. He can't exactly see her yet, despite the peaks of her hair and ears poking above the crown of refugees, but her scent instantly cues him the Eva has returned. He smiles to himself as she makes her way through to him, and smiles amused as the little girl is suddenly stuffed with a face full of bread. "Urnnffff mgtopss" The girl says. "Little one, chew before you try to speak or you invite more dangerous things to block your breathe." She nods in reply with a bemused look on her face, but is now distracted by the presence of a new person to bother, not that the Sundrake's tail wasn't as much fun. She stoops up, trying to play and braid with the Elezen's hair. G'leo bows his head to Eva; hushing a now growling Norrington. "You'll have to pardon him, he's not used to strangers he can't gobble up in one bite." G'leo smirks to the little girl, who has puffed up her cheeks in response to his comment. "The studies are going...well? I suppose. I understand the characters of the letters, but they change in sound from time to time...This I don't understand, but other than that small difficulty, it's rather basic knowledge. One that I am grateful for. How have you faired since our last meeting?"

"O is for Odin....Oodin...Ooooooodin." G'leo repeats to himself for the fifth time in the past six hours. The shade of the tent provides an adequate position to lounge as well as an excellent reading position as the young miqo reads aloud. His back shifts slightly as Norrington, the sundrake and close friend of the miqo'te, stirs from his slumber; the drake shuffling his tail to the right just in time to avoid the pounce of a young girl belonging to the refugee camp. She giggles and screams joyfully as she chases after the tail. Her antics bringing a smile to G'leo's face, even as Norrington huff's out a plume of smoke while expertly bouncing his tail shy of the girl's reach. Even on the outskirts of Ul'dah, and looking much like a refugee himself, he is content knowing that he was among a group of people who welcomed him so kindly, even if for a short time. Eva was right; these people truly were something worth fighting for. The past few days of travel had brought much wisdom to G'leo's eyes; finally able to see what and whom the elezen female spoke of. They are a hardworking people, intent on helping out each other and their family, and strong-willed outcasts; people that he himself is more than comfortable being around having been outcasted. They lacked resources and the knowledge that could help them survive the wilds, but G'leo brought it upon himself to help educate them in this matter. Having survived in the wilds as a young lad, every since his banishment...Curious thought to be having at this time, haven't thought about going home in over 15 years. He muses with a sigh before returning to his studies in "A is for Aldgoat". At least reading is a lot easier than trying to hunt a sandworm, not to say that doing both at the same time yesterday wasn't entertaining, but G'leo's never been very studious (and sandworms really are just bait for the bigger prey). "S is for Sh-aye-va...Sh-aye-va...Sh-ay-" "You're saying it wrong! It's, Sh-eee-va!" corrects the young girl, now firmly gripping Norrington's tail. She holds on tightly as he lifts his tail off the ground and back again; her entire body barely hugging the tip of it. "What? But that isn't how it was pronounced earlier...It's supposed to be 'aye'." "No! Silly cat-man," scolding him now. (He murmurs, "Lion" under his breathe.) "It's different this time. It's not a long 'aye', it is a long 'Eee'." He scratches his head confused...Bloody hell, maybe I'm not getting it after all.

G'leo looks back to her. "The 'camp'?" he questions. "No, I don't believe I know what you arre speaking of. I'm simply a wanderrer. Moving frrom here and there. Pardon my rrudeness, my name is G'leo." He bows his head to the both of Elezen, taking a moment to observe them from his lower vantage point. The male Elezen causes the Mi'qote to grow tense. He does his best to hide it, but his own wariness warns him to be careful with this one; guards not being his "cup of tea". The female, with the benefit of looking less imposing without any armor, and earns a warmer expression from him. He takes another look at the inscription, studying them in his own way. "You spoke of vow-els, what are those?" The question raised is out of pure ambiguity to their actual purpose. He's never even heard of that word before. ((Yes, G'leo now has an accent ))