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. Â
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.Â
((Yes, G'leo now has an accentÂ
 ))
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. Â
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.Â
((Yes, G'leo now has an accentÂ
 ))
