A dragon hunt.
The Xaela had to admit that the thought of it was...almost exciting. The Khadai were defenders first, and at times this meant they were called upon to slay dangerous beasts or monsters that had tread into their territory, and Othard was host to many such fauna. A dragon, however, was an entirely different challenge altogether. Kasrjin was looking forward to gaining such valuable insight on how to hunt such a menacing and intelligent foe. While the thought of violence and having to fight was somewhat irksome, he realized that part of it was that this knowledge he would gain would be practical. It wouldn't be confusing etiquette or needlessly circuitous social conventions or nebulous concepts like the transaction of services.
In this foreign land of fluid structure and uncertainty, this was within his sphere and role. There was a foe who was a threat to him and his, and he would learn how to eliminate it effectively.
Yes, he was rather excited for the whole thing. So much so that the thought of it brought a genuine grin to his lips. “I wish to participate,†he rumbled with little else. His tone was as straight as ever, if somewhat lighter.
The dragoon appeared to have caught the expression, for he himself broke into a smirk and nodded in turn. “Excellent. I do hope you will not disappoint me.†He turned to face the squad of knights behind him. “Ser Tabourot, I expect that deploying too many knights at once will make our mark suspicious, and so while Sarrasin and Porter scout our mark, your men shall be on standby. Pray return to the Convictory and rest for a time, and do take our two new additions with you.†Vaillancourt flashed a toothy grin. “And I hope I do not need to make any reminders that Ser Khadai is not, in fact, a Dravanian?†His words dripped with the venom of an implied threat.
The other Elezen, Ser Tabourot, bowed low. “Of course, my lord Maximilien. They will be afforded every courtesy.â€
There was a slight clanking as the dragoon withdrew his Gae Bolg, the great wings of the weapon extending as he did so. Kasrjin could not help but admire the construction of the lance, even as part of him wished to ask questions as to the function of the wings. It appeared to be top-heavy and weighty, but the dragoon easily grasped it in one hand as if it weighed nothing at all.
“Then if that is all, I will depart on some reconnaissance of my own. Be wary of any signals you may receive, not just from me, but from Sarrasin and Porter as well."
Ser Tabourot bowed low again, as Vaillancourt lazily sauntered off, lance in hand. The former gave a polite, if stiff nod to Kasrjin and Roen both. “The both of you are welcome. Please join us in the Convictory; we have food and fire to warm you if you need it.â€
It was at this point that the Xaela realized how long he had gone on without sustenance. Khadai warriors were, by nature of their environment, trained to function without food if required but it was still not optimal and would affect how he fought. His emerald eyes glanced at Roen. “Food sounds...good,†he said, studying her. The female’s frame was much slighter than his and thus it was possible she required less to maintain herself. “If we are to hunt a dragon, we must ensure we can perform optimally.â€
A pause.
“What are...your thoughts? On this.†It was another of his awkward questions, stiffly spoken as if he knew what the words meant individually, but not the phrase itself. And there was some truth to that; if Kasrjin had learned one thing during his time on the Western continent, it was that direct statements were often misinterpreted. The people here were deeply suspicious of others, and thus were always attempting to guess at an ulterior meaning or implied statement.
He found it all terribly annoying.
The Xaela had to admit that the thought of it was...almost exciting. The Khadai were defenders first, and at times this meant they were called upon to slay dangerous beasts or monsters that had tread into their territory, and Othard was host to many such fauna. A dragon, however, was an entirely different challenge altogether. Kasrjin was looking forward to gaining such valuable insight on how to hunt such a menacing and intelligent foe. While the thought of violence and having to fight was somewhat irksome, he realized that part of it was that this knowledge he would gain would be practical. It wouldn't be confusing etiquette or needlessly circuitous social conventions or nebulous concepts like the transaction of services.
In this foreign land of fluid structure and uncertainty, this was within his sphere and role. There was a foe who was a threat to him and his, and he would learn how to eliminate it effectively.
Yes, he was rather excited for the whole thing. So much so that the thought of it brought a genuine grin to his lips. “I wish to participate,†he rumbled with little else. His tone was as straight as ever, if somewhat lighter.
The dragoon appeared to have caught the expression, for he himself broke into a smirk and nodded in turn. “Excellent. I do hope you will not disappoint me.†He turned to face the squad of knights behind him. “Ser Tabourot, I expect that deploying too many knights at once will make our mark suspicious, and so while Sarrasin and Porter scout our mark, your men shall be on standby. Pray return to the Convictory and rest for a time, and do take our two new additions with you.†Vaillancourt flashed a toothy grin. “And I hope I do not need to make any reminders that Ser Khadai is not, in fact, a Dravanian?†His words dripped with the venom of an implied threat.
The other Elezen, Ser Tabourot, bowed low. “Of course, my lord Maximilien. They will be afforded every courtesy.â€
There was a slight clanking as the dragoon withdrew his Gae Bolg, the great wings of the weapon extending as he did so. Kasrjin could not help but admire the construction of the lance, even as part of him wished to ask questions as to the function of the wings. It appeared to be top-heavy and weighty, but the dragoon easily grasped it in one hand as if it weighed nothing at all.
“Then if that is all, I will depart on some reconnaissance of my own. Be wary of any signals you may receive, not just from me, but from Sarrasin and Porter as well."
Ser Tabourot bowed low again, as Vaillancourt lazily sauntered off, lance in hand. The former gave a polite, if stiff nod to Kasrjin and Roen both. “The both of you are welcome. Please join us in the Convictory; we have food and fire to warm you if you need it.â€
It was at this point that the Xaela realized how long he had gone on without sustenance. Khadai warriors were, by nature of their environment, trained to function without food if required but it was still not optimal and would affect how he fought. His emerald eyes glanced at Roen. “Food sounds...good,†he said, studying her. The female’s frame was much slighter than his and thus it was possible she required less to maintain herself. “If we are to hunt a dragon, we must ensure we can perform optimally.â€
A pause.
“What are...your thoughts? On this.†It was another of his awkward questions, stiffly spoken as if he knew what the words meant individually, but not the phrase itself. And there was some truth to that; if Kasrjin had learned one thing during his time on the Western continent, it was that direct statements were often misinterpreted. The people here were deeply suspicious of others, and thus were always attempting to guess at an ulterior meaning or implied statement.
He found it all terribly annoying.
