The encampment, with stakes. He was familiar with it; he’d passed by and above it several times, though he’d been too apprehensive to approach it. It was tucked rather handily against a sharp cliff, providing an ample amount of cover from dragons ahead. There were a fair number of combatants occupying it at any one time, all dressed in similar suits of chain-linked armour, and so from that Kasrjin could infer that they belonged to an organized group. The stakes were a curious addition, as well. The Xaela had done his best to examine them from a distance to see if there was any correlation between the stacks surrounding the encampment and those that had been used to impale Au Ra in the wilderness, but it was impossible to say.
A frown crossed his face, and he agilely leapt off the roof, kneeling as his sabatons impacted with the fresh snow drifts. The position of the Convictory beneath the cliffs ensured that the smoke from their constant campfires dispersed in such a way that the camp could not be easily located from a distance or from above--a cunning strategic advantage for warriors who fought dragons--but it also made it difficult to locate unless one already knew where it was relative to their own position.
Kasrjin stepped around the house until he was standing next to Roen, glancing down at the slight frame of the woman. A very small part of his mind noted that it indeed continued to be somewhat endearing. “I am comfortable to navigating without landmarks,†he said, a hint of confidence in his voice. “Such conveniences are lacking among mountains and glaciers.†He was not on par with the Nayantai, to be sure, but the Xaela was still oddly proud of his ability to navigate the wilderness.
A pang to what pride he possessed did remind him of how many times he’d gotten lost in Ishgard, however. And the forest where he had met Edda.
He was mostly comfortable navigating without landmarks.
“I am familiar with this ‘Convictory’. There are...knights. Who battle dragons.†Kasrjin glanced rather apprehensively at the wagon and the chocobos. “If we are to be their supply line, this delay may be fatal.†The frown on his face deepened and he scratched the back of his head. With the cloud cover above, he could not tell how long it had been since the blizzard had started and when exactly in the day it had ended. The sun was obscured by the gray veil above, though it was reasonably light enough for him to see in the distance.
“Provide a direction,†the Xaela said tersely, before striding in front of the wagon in preparation. While he was not lacking in confidence as to the birds’ ability to clear snow, it was more of a force of habit for him to take point and walk in front so as to clear the snow for those behind. Even a wagon.
It would be for Roen as well. He would not want her to be buried amidst an errant drift.
A frown crossed his face, and he agilely leapt off the roof, kneeling as his sabatons impacted with the fresh snow drifts. The position of the Convictory beneath the cliffs ensured that the smoke from their constant campfires dispersed in such a way that the camp could not be easily located from a distance or from above--a cunning strategic advantage for warriors who fought dragons--but it also made it difficult to locate unless one already knew where it was relative to their own position.
Kasrjin stepped around the house until he was standing next to Roen, glancing down at the slight frame of the woman. A very small part of his mind noted that it indeed continued to be somewhat endearing. “I am comfortable to navigating without landmarks,†he said, a hint of confidence in his voice. “Such conveniences are lacking among mountains and glaciers.†He was not on par with the Nayantai, to be sure, but the Xaela was still oddly proud of his ability to navigate the wilderness.
A pang to what pride he possessed did remind him of how many times he’d gotten lost in Ishgard, however. And the forest where he had met Edda.
He was mostly comfortable navigating without landmarks.
“I am familiar with this ‘Convictory’. There are...knights. Who battle dragons.†Kasrjin glanced rather apprehensively at the wagon and the chocobos. “If we are to be their supply line, this delay may be fatal.†The frown on his face deepened and he scratched the back of his head. With the cloud cover above, he could not tell how long it had been since the blizzard had started and when exactly in the day it had ended. The sun was obscured by the gray veil above, though it was reasonably light enough for him to see in the distance.
“Provide a direction,†the Xaela said tersely, before striding in front of the wagon in preparation. While he was not lacking in confidence as to the birds’ ability to clear snow, it was more of a force of habit for him to take point and walk in front so as to clear the snow for those behind. Even a wagon.
It would be for Roen as well. He would not want her to be buried amidst an errant drift.
