Kasrjin relaxed considerably when Edda placed herself between him and the other female. At that point, he recognised that he was not required to act in the capacity of intermediary. Given his lack of knowledge on the continent's customs, it would have likely proven disastrous were he expected to act outside of his typical martial capacity for much longer. The Xaela completely relaxed his grip on his sword, allowing it to fall slack and easily rest in one hand as the tip impacted with the ground. The two females were acquainted with one another and did not seem to possess a hostile relationship, thus fighting would be unnecessary. That was good.
As they two women spoke briefly, he was careful to take note of the terms he heard. A knight was a senior warrior of sorts. Ishgard was the city before, fighting the dragon nation of Dravanian which was represented by its Horde. This new woman, given her arms and armor, was associated with Ishgard and was thus of a similar party as the two corpses behind him. She, too, seemed to harbor hostile intention towards Kasrjin's person, possibly for the same reason of being a "dragon person".
The Au Ra did little to keep the confusion from his face. If he were related to dragons, why did he not possess wings?
He shook his head.
The new woman flicked her eyes towards him. "You killed them, did you not?"
Kasrjin stared at her for several long seconds, the gears in his head almost audibly grinding by attempting to process the absurdity of the question.
He looked down at the smatterings of drying blood on his clothing.
He looked at the blood contrasting with the blued sheen of the weapon in his hand.
He turned and glanced at the haphazard trail of body parts, as he'd been interrupted when carrying the cadavers into the campsite.
He made a brief, ridiculous looking gesture of spinning around looking to see if there were any other individuals present.
He looked at the stern woman again.
"No," he answered flatly.
The western continent had a habit of asking exceptionally silly questions, he found.
The Xaela hefted his sword a bit.
"They tripped and fell on my blade."
His expression was deadpan.
Ask a stupid question...
As they two women spoke briefly, he was careful to take note of the terms he heard. A knight was a senior warrior of sorts. Ishgard was the city before, fighting the dragon nation of Dravanian which was represented by its Horde. This new woman, given her arms and armor, was associated with Ishgard and was thus of a similar party as the two corpses behind him. She, too, seemed to harbor hostile intention towards Kasrjin's person, possibly for the same reason of being a "dragon person".
The Au Ra did little to keep the confusion from his face. If he were related to dragons, why did he not possess wings?
He shook his head.
The new woman flicked her eyes towards him. "You killed them, did you not?"
Kasrjin stared at her for several long seconds, the gears in his head almost audibly grinding by attempting to process the absurdity of the question.
He looked down at the smatterings of drying blood on his clothing.
He looked at the blood contrasting with the blued sheen of the weapon in his hand.
He turned and glanced at the haphazard trail of body parts, as he'd been interrupted when carrying the cadavers into the campsite.
He made a brief, ridiculous looking gesture of spinning around looking to see if there were any other individuals present.
He looked at the stern woman again.
"No," he answered flatly.
The western continent had a habit of asking exceptionally silly questions, he found.
The Xaela hefted his sword a bit.
"They tripped and fell on my blade."
His expression was deadpan.
Ask a stupid question...
