Kasrjin gestured towards the pile of featureless gore with his sword. A mild snowfall had begun, peppering the red splotches with white. "When I awoke, I perceived the presence of two individuals approaching this location. When they saw me, they withdrew their weapons and voiced intentions of harm, along with threatening gestures with their weapons. If the conflict had begun on their terms, they would have possessed an advantage. I removed the threat pre-emptively." The Xaela admitted to himself that this was a different circumstance. With the masked Wood Wailers, they had attacked him first. These two individuals, however, had been conversing with one another and had been speaking before attacking. Was it possible that their intention was not to attack at all? Even for the western continent, that kind of social practice seemed completely implausible.
He pursed his lips to recall details. "They were speaking of hunting dragons and...collecting tails. One of them pointed at my person and referred to me as part of 'dragon people'. If they did not clearly intend provocation, then their withdrawal of their arms and adoption of combat stances would have been unnecessary."
He glanced at Edda's face curiously, noting her expression of severe disapproval and twinges of disgust as her eyes avoided flicking towards the carnage behind the Xaela. "I do not intend violence," Kasrjin added, somewhat as an afterthought. He was doubtful that if he had breached another social convention that this would be enough to placate his guide. "It was the most reasonable option at the time." The warrior had begun idly sloshing patterings of soft snow over the blued steel of the greatsword in an attempt to wipe the blood off as he spoke before glancing up at her again briefly. "What was the appropriate course of action in such a situation?"
He pursed his lips to recall details. "They were speaking of hunting dragons and...collecting tails. One of them pointed at my person and referred to me as part of 'dragon people'. If they did not clearly intend provocation, then their withdrawal of their arms and adoption of combat stances would have been unnecessary."
He glanced at Edda's face curiously, noting her expression of severe disapproval and twinges of disgust as her eyes avoided flicking towards the carnage behind the Xaela. "I do not intend violence," Kasrjin added, somewhat as an afterthought. He was doubtful that if he had breached another social convention that this would be enough to placate his guide. "It was the most reasonable option at the time." The warrior had begun idly sloshing patterings of soft snow over the blued steel of the greatsword in an attempt to wipe the blood off as he spoke before glancing up at her again briefly. "What was the appropriate course of action in such a situation?"
