Zabine had left Ul'dah just a few bells past midday when she'd set out from Ul'dah the previous sun. She'd explored the city-state and now was attempting to familiarize herself with the land. Her destination currently being some crystallized canyon called the Burning Wall that apparently housed fluffy creatures called snurbles with fleece golden and glittering in the sun. That promised to be an interesting sight at the very least.
Spying the small band of amaljaa as she left out of Highbridge she turned Southeast off the road where a river she was supposed to follow upstream flowed. If her directions were accurate. Which she had -no- doubts on now since the very obvious and enormous crystal spires rose high above the obscuring cliffs. She wasn't entirely certain about the beastmen and kept her distance, walking stealthily and assuredly through desert foliage that grew ever thicker the closer to water she got. Then skirted around different, smaller beastmen as she made her way. The sounds of the river growing ever louder.
Still moving silently as a she picked her way across the desert landscape. She was about to round a clump of vegetation when she heard the shift of metal and the rustling of something moving just ahead. She froze. Then very cautiously and slowly the Duskwight shifted to look through a break in the foliage to see another elezen crouched, facing mostly away, near a body.
She was quick to process the scene. Lack of stench even with the heat, still wet blood, the buzzing of Vilekin just beginning to settle in but no other sounds of movement nearby. The... killer? No. She could only see the tip of the sword since it was on the woman's opposite side but it seemed clean. Which meant the near arm was her swordarm and from what she could see that seemed clean. The shield glinting the midday sun in full view was clean of fresh blood. The amount of blood she could see there was no way this woman would be clean from that kill.
A frown clouded her features as she debated her next course of action in silence. Still listening for any odd sounds nearby and detecting none. After a couple moments she just as silently as she had approached backed off several paces. Then began to walk towards the river once more. She walked with far less stealth than before but was cautious not to over exaggerate her approach either. The scuffs of her thin-soled leather shoes over rock and letting the light and loose tan garments she wore catch on a dry bit of shrub to rustle faintly.
When she finally did round the vegetation separating her from the body and sworded elezen she let her black gaze fall first to the body, doing her best to feign a look of surprise. She couldn't quite muster a look of fear but she lets the slight apprehension she felt -wondering if she was making the right decision by showing herself- show through on her black skinned features as she shifted her gaze to the paler elezen. Her hands moved slowly, keeping her empty palms visible and hovering a bit away from the satchel that hung across her shoulders and the hilts of the small daggers at her hips in a show of peace. Her accent is strong but her words are still clear when she finally speaks in a mature and deep feminine voice that bordered on sultry, "I suppose zat zis is where I 'ope you are a bounty 'unter and not a bandit, no?"
Spying the small band of amaljaa as she left out of Highbridge she turned Southeast off the road where a river she was supposed to follow upstream flowed. If her directions were accurate. Which she had -no- doubts on now since the very obvious and enormous crystal spires rose high above the obscuring cliffs. She wasn't entirely certain about the beastmen and kept her distance, walking stealthily and assuredly through desert foliage that grew ever thicker the closer to water she got. Then skirted around different, smaller beastmen as she made her way. The sounds of the river growing ever louder.
Still moving silently as a she picked her way across the desert landscape. She was about to round a clump of vegetation when she heard the shift of metal and the rustling of something moving just ahead. She froze. Then very cautiously and slowly the Duskwight shifted to look through a break in the foliage to see another elezen crouched, facing mostly away, near a body.
She was quick to process the scene. Lack of stench even with the heat, still wet blood, the buzzing of Vilekin just beginning to settle in but no other sounds of movement nearby. The... killer? No. She could only see the tip of the sword since it was on the woman's opposite side but it seemed clean. Which meant the near arm was her swordarm and from what she could see that seemed clean. The shield glinting the midday sun in full view was clean of fresh blood. The amount of blood she could see there was no way this woman would be clean from that kill.
A frown clouded her features as she debated her next course of action in silence. Still listening for any odd sounds nearby and detecting none. After a couple moments she just as silently as she had approached backed off several paces. Then began to walk towards the river once more. She walked with far less stealth than before but was cautious not to over exaggerate her approach either. The scuffs of her thin-soled leather shoes over rock and letting the light and loose tan garments she wore catch on a dry bit of shrub to rustle faintly.
When she finally did round the vegetation separating her from the body and sworded elezen she let her black gaze fall first to the body, doing her best to feign a look of surprise. She couldn't quite muster a look of fear but she lets the slight apprehension she felt -wondering if she was making the right decision by showing herself- show through on her black skinned features as she shifted her gaze to the paler elezen. Her hands moved slowly, keeping her empty palms visible and hovering a bit away from the satchel that hung across her shoulders and the hilts of the small daggers at her hips in a show of peace. Her accent is strong but her words are still clear when she finally speaks in a mature and deep feminine voice that bordered on sultry, "I suppose zat zis is where I 'ope you are a bounty 'unter and not a bandit, no?"
