“It is a very small encampment, southwest of here. Its borders are fortified by wooden stakes.†Roen climbed onto the front of the wagon. She stood and pointed in the general direction, even though the Convictory was nowhere in sight. She glanced back at Khadai who had the higher vantage point, although she knew it was too far to be seen.
Or at least she thought so. But then again, perhaps the Au Ra had much keener eyesight than she had given them credit for. She learned that the horns on their head served a similar function to normal ears, so perhaps they also had other unique physiology. She had watched the Xaela warrior’s fighting style, even sparring with him, and gained some insight into his physical prowess. He was quick, athletic, and well trained; his dexterity was not found lacking. He used his size to the best of his advantage, although she had fought against larger opponents to know how to compensate for her own shorter stature.
Watching him nimbly make his way to the rooftop, the paladin found herself pondering on what else she was ignorant of when it came to the Au Ra. Garlemald was all about subjugation after all, rather than learning the fine details that made each race and culture unique. But Roen had always shared in her mother’s curiosity for such things, and it was with that inquisitiveness that she studied the Xaela warrior that was scanning the landscape.
Khadai was taller than most people that Roen knew; his frame was similar to that of an Elezen but perhaps a bit more sinewy. She knew not how his tail helped him in his balance, she guessed it was similar to Miqo'te in that. Compared to the males, the females seemed much more petite in height and frame, that is if that one body that they had come across in Coerthas was any indication.
It could explain why his tribe discouraged smaller female members from taking up arms. Roen understood the logic of it, even if she did not agree with the philosophy.
“It is… endearing,†Khadai had said to her after their spar, comparing their sizes. It was an observation that had caught her off guard.
Roen wondered for a brief moment if the warrior had left someone behind. Was there family? Loved ones? A person he longed to return to? Of course, she told herself. That must be at least one of the reasons why she spied a forlorn expression crossing his features in those rare hidden moments. She had assumed at first that he and his people shared very little sentimentality. But now she was beginning to suspect that perhaps it was just not open and shown readily.
It was a practice she had come to know well in the last many moons.
“The trek takes no more than a few bells,†she called out, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. “The maps show the rough terrain and the landmarks that can be pointed out as we go. You can show me what knowledge your surveillances have gathered.â€
Or at least she thought so. But then again, perhaps the Au Ra had much keener eyesight than she had given them credit for. She learned that the horns on their head served a similar function to normal ears, so perhaps they also had other unique physiology. She had watched the Xaela warrior’s fighting style, even sparring with him, and gained some insight into his physical prowess. He was quick, athletic, and well trained; his dexterity was not found lacking. He used his size to the best of his advantage, although she had fought against larger opponents to know how to compensate for her own shorter stature.
Watching him nimbly make his way to the rooftop, the paladin found herself pondering on what else she was ignorant of when it came to the Au Ra. Garlemald was all about subjugation after all, rather than learning the fine details that made each race and culture unique. But Roen had always shared in her mother’s curiosity for such things, and it was with that inquisitiveness that she studied the Xaela warrior that was scanning the landscape.
Khadai was taller than most people that Roen knew; his frame was similar to that of an Elezen but perhaps a bit more sinewy. She knew not how his tail helped him in his balance, she guessed it was similar to Miqo'te in that. Compared to the males, the females seemed much more petite in height and frame, that is if that one body that they had come across in Coerthas was any indication.
It could explain why his tribe discouraged smaller female members from taking up arms. Roen understood the logic of it, even if she did not agree with the philosophy.
“It is… endearing,†Khadai had said to her after their spar, comparing their sizes. It was an observation that had caught her off guard.
Roen wondered for a brief moment if the warrior had left someone behind. Was there family? Loved ones? A person he longed to return to? Of course, she told herself. That must be at least one of the reasons why she spied a forlorn expression crossing his features in those rare hidden moments. She had assumed at first that he and his people shared very little sentimentality. But now she was beginning to suspect that perhaps it was just not open and shown readily.
It was a practice she had come to know well in the last many moons.
“The trek takes no more than a few bells,†she called out, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. “The maps show the rough terrain and the landmarks that can be pointed out as we go. You can show me what knowledge your surveillances have gathered.â€
