Kasrjin nodded but did not glance at her. “The design of his armour and his weapon intrigue me,†he commented idly. “I am interested in seeing how it is utilized against aerial foes.†In the brief moment of solitude that he’d gained from relocating himself, he’d handily finished the remains of the stew in record time and was now idly stirring the wooden utensil within the bowl in contemplation.
“The more I see of this land, the more it confuses me,†the Xaela admitted quietly. “It is odd. At times I witness solidarity and discipline, and it is comforting. At others, I wonder how your society has not collapsed in on itself. You are a people of contrasts.†It was an observation he had made before, and it was one that had managed to remain almost amusingly relevant throughout his travels. “How can one people be so opposed in all things? There are the disciplined and the unruly. The giving and the selfish. Those who appear to sabotage those around them, and those who appear to do naught but strive for the same.â€
Roen had equated the dragoon to the Khadai, but how true was that comparison? Did that man possess the same sense of duty in their role? Kasrjin felt compelled to ask the next time he saw him, but at the same time he was uncertain that he would accurately convey the meaning of his queries. It was frustrating at times, attempting to express himself on the Western continent. Straightforward speech was never enough. Direct statements meant implied intentions. It was like a maze, and every navigational skill he knew set him upon a dead end.
“All of my people are wary of the dangers of...specialization,†the Xaela observed. “I would know if this dragoon is as capable against dragons as he is against the black ones, or against other beasts. How do these dragoons fight aerial enemies?†Kasrjin mused more to himself than to Roen. Whenever he felt especially uncomfortable, the soldier within him came forth and distracted him handily with tactical speculation. “Traps may be effective, unless the dragons are intelligent. Projectile weapons...the fortification we stayed at before coming to Ishgard. They possessed what appeared to be...harpoons? It must take a great deal of training to become accurate with such things.â€
For now, he’d managed to distract himself from how confused Bellows’, well, bellowing had made him. It was enough, until the hunt was called.
“The more I see of this land, the more it confuses me,†the Xaela admitted quietly. “It is odd. At times I witness solidarity and discipline, and it is comforting. At others, I wonder how your society has not collapsed in on itself. You are a people of contrasts.†It was an observation he had made before, and it was one that had managed to remain almost amusingly relevant throughout his travels. “How can one people be so opposed in all things? There are the disciplined and the unruly. The giving and the selfish. Those who appear to sabotage those around them, and those who appear to do naught but strive for the same.â€
Roen had equated the dragoon to the Khadai, but how true was that comparison? Did that man possess the same sense of duty in their role? Kasrjin felt compelled to ask the next time he saw him, but at the same time he was uncertain that he would accurately convey the meaning of his queries. It was frustrating at times, attempting to express himself on the Western continent. Straightforward speech was never enough. Direct statements meant implied intentions. It was like a maze, and every navigational skill he knew set him upon a dead end.
“All of my people are wary of the dangers of...specialization,†the Xaela observed. “I would know if this dragoon is as capable against dragons as he is against the black ones, or against other beasts. How do these dragoons fight aerial enemies?†Kasrjin mused more to himself than to Roen. Whenever he felt especially uncomfortable, the soldier within him came forth and distracted him handily with tactical speculation. “Traps may be effective, unless the dragons are intelligent. Projectile weapons...the fortification we stayed at before coming to Ishgard. They possessed what appeared to be...harpoons? It must take a great deal of training to become accurate with such things.â€
For now, he’d managed to distract himself from how confused Bellows’, well, bellowing had made him. It was enough, until the hunt was called.
