Kasrjin was in the midst of considering her words when the commotion started. He vaguely recognised the Hyur and the Roegadyn by their silhouettes--he’d made it a point to not register too many individuals at once, lest all Westerners begin to look the same to him--but Bellows’ shouting registered as a clearly memorable aspect. The Xaela remained expressionless to the belligerent vitriol being spewed his way, tranquilly consuming his stew, eyes pinned to the inside of the wooden bowl with remarkable discipline.
“Well, I don’t trust him. And I sure ain’t going to have him watch my back,†Bellows had just finished sneering.
“That leaves no one else willing to do so,†Kasrjin replied with a dry observation, more to Roen than to the angry sellsword. With no more comment, he stood up, bowl of half-finished stew in hand, before picking up the amusingly slight wooden stool in the other hand, sauntering to another area of the camp away from the fire closer to the stony refuge of the bluff that sheltered the Convictory. He could feel the glares attempting to bore holes into the back of his head, but the thoughts in his mind, rather than anger, indignation, or stale, cool indifference, were more confused than anything else.
It was true that Kasrjin had cut down Bellows’ associates, but he had explained the circumstances as best as he could. The Au Ra pointedly noted that even Roen, the Westerner with whom he’d possessed the most rapport, had not accepted his justification as reasonable for reasons unknown to him. He could only assume at best that the belligerent demeanor possessed one or more nuances of Western culture that simply escaped him.
Ser Tabourot, to his credit, was quick to stand in front of Bellows, the Convictory knight standing a full head and a half taller than the sellsword. “Ser Khadai is under the jurisdiction of an Ishgardian dragoon, and is to be treated the same as any enlisted man of honour,†the Elezen snapped, though the knight’s eyes flashed the barest hints of unease, presumably in anticipation for Ser Vaillancourt’s reprimand. “You would do well to remember your place, sellsword. It is bad enough that we are forced to take to the field alongside mercenaries, but you will keep a civil nature or you will be keeping company with the next true Dravanian alone.â€
Kasrjin remained seated in his corner, eating his stew. This was a confusing land indeed.
“Well, I don’t trust him. And I sure ain’t going to have him watch my back,†Bellows had just finished sneering.
“That leaves no one else willing to do so,†Kasrjin replied with a dry observation, more to Roen than to the angry sellsword. With no more comment, he stood up, bowl of half-finished stew in hand, before picking up the amusingly slight wooden stool in the other hand, sauntering to another area of the camp away from the fire closer to the stony refuge of the bluff that sheltered the Convictory. He could feel the glares attempting to bore holes into the back of his head, but the thoughts in his mind, rather than anger, indignation, or stale, cool indifference, were more confused than anything else.
It was true that Kasrjin had cut down Bellows’ associates, but he had explained the circumstances as best as he could. The Au Ra pointedly noted that even Roen, the Westerner with whom he’d possessed the most rapport, had not accepted his justification as reasonable for reasons unknown to him. He could only assume at best that the belligerent demeanor possessed one or more nuances of Western culture that simply escaped him.
Ser Tabourot, to his credit, was quick to stand in front of Bellows, the Convictory knight standing a full head and a half taller than the sellsword. “Ser Khadai is under the jurisdiction of an Ishgardian dragoon, and is to be treated the same as any enlisted man of honour,†the Elezen snapped, though the knight’s eyes flashed the barest hints of unease, presumably in anticipation for Ser Vaillancourt’s reprimand. “You would do well to remember your place, sellsword. It is bad enough that we are forced to take to the field alongside mercenaries, but you will keep a civil nature or you will be keeping company with the next true Dravanian alone.â€
Kasrjin remained seated in his corner, eating his stew. This was a confusing land indeed.
