Jsozefxluthojîðvars huddled in the corner, trying to remain calm and meditate, as he had been taught. The strange people had visited again, asking questions about him, his race, his family, his home. He had refused, once again, to say anything, and remained mute, enduring their attempts at violence, manipulation and their threats. It wasn’t that he was not afraid; he felt foolish and fear had crept during the last few Hours like a snake under his clothing, but he had been trained for this - mastering his fears and his emotions, so that evil could not get a hold on him. So he remained quiet, eyes lowered, posture defeated almost.
The thought had crossed his mind of lying to them; telling them something, just because they came with food and drink and he was starving and parched. But he rejected the impulse as being evil; his parents had warned him about evil, and how it could make bad things seem reasonable, and how easy it was, once that first step taken, for evil to take hold and fester and grow inside. So he didn’t lie, and he didn’t eat, either. He imagined he didn’t look too healthy, and was rather saddened if not desperate at the thought that his destiny may be to die in a strange place, so soon.
His kidnappers, on the other hand, one floor above, were getting rather frustrated. They wanted to sell him to someone, but without him speaking, it was just a strange animal they had found and dressed up. Nobody would believe them. Jsozefx could be the key to them receiving untold riches after exploring the newfound continent, but again if he didn’t speak, his presence alone would not help them in the slightest. Finally, one of them returned with the news that a merchant from B'hărăbû, who had his own ship, Myusza'si's Retribution, had just arrived in port and was asking questions about the new continent. They rushed to meet him and discuss; they would tell him about Jsozefx and how they could be part of the crew, and bring the creature along, if only he paid well.
The thought had crossed his mind of lying to them; telling them something, just because they came with food and drink and he was starving and parched. But he rejected the impulse as being evil; his parents had warned him about evil, and how it could make bad things seem reasonable, and how easy it was, once that first step taken, for evil to take hold and fester and grow inside. So he didn’t lie, and he didn’t eat, either. He imagined he didn’t look too healthy, and was rather saddened if not desperate at the thought that his destiny may be to die in a strange place, so soon.
His kidnappers, on the other hand, one floor above, were getting rather frustrated. They wanted to sell him to someone, but without him speaking, it was just a strange animal they had found and dressed up. Nobody would believe them. Jsozefx could be the key to them receiving untold riches after exploring the newfound continent, but again if he didn’t speak, his presence alone would not help them in the slightest. Finally, one of them returned with the news that a merchant from B'hărăbû, who had his own ship, Myusza'si's Retribution, had just arrived in port and was asking questions about the new continent. They rushed to meet him and discuss; they would tell him about Jsozefx and how they could be part of the crew, and bring the creature along, if only he paid well.
It all began with a rumor. A story about this mysterious land where no one had set foot on before now. The rumor about a new continent in the southern part of the world near ZàÞça. On this new undiscovered continent was said to be untold riches. Raz’Mik was not certain how much of the story was true. All he knew was there was an undiscovered isle rip for the taking. He was making his way back to the port in ZàÞça from B'hărăbû when more news reached his ears.
Apparently someone discovered a new species on the island. Something which has never been seen in the world before. The stories seemed fanciful and difficult to believe. Raz’Mik was not one to take a story as truth. He wanted to ascertain the truth of the matter for himself. The news said that they had brought this creature with them. The male khah’ was very curious about this acquisition and began inquiring in the port for the people with the creature.
Raz’Mik had found the ship which held the creature he was searching for. He was looking over the various crew members on the deck of the ship. The crew of his ship had only docked in the port within the past candlemark. It did not take him long to learn more from the locals. Raz’Mik stood tall as he waited for someone with the authority to treat with him. After a short moment another man stood before him.
“You the ones with the creature from that new island?” Raz’Mik asked.
Apparently someone discovered a new species on the island. Something which has never been seen in the world before. The stories seemed fanciful and difficult to believe. Raz’Mik was not one to take a story as truth. He wanted to ascertain the truth of the matter for himself. The news said that they had brought this creature with them. The male khah’ was very curious about this acquisition and began inquiring in the port for the people with the creature.
Raz’Mik had found the ship which held the creature he was searching for. He was looking over the various crew members on the deck of the ship. The crew of his ship had only docked in the port within the past candlemark. It did not take him long to learn more from the locals. Raz’Mik stood tall as he waited for someone with the authority to treat with him. After a short moment another man stood before him.
“You the ones with the creature from that new island?” Raz’Mik asked.
Jagaos had always been a bit skeptical of Raz’Mik’s beliefs in riches beyond the Becal Curtain in the south. It was not that he had not heard a few variations on the stories himself, but that they all seemed to suggest that it was just some forsaken structures dotting a forsaken landscape. The logistics of sending a group capable of exploring a likely barren island that far away from the Sweet Way Waters simply did make sense to the younger man who would have to seek aid from his patrons to foot the bill.
Still, Jagaos had a habit of entertaining Raz’mik’s theories since he knew full well that at this point Raz’mik could cut Jagaos off with relative ease and possibly take away a not inconsequential share of Jagaos’ business in the process. So, Jagaos had funded minor explorations for Raz’Mik and was normally pleasantly surprised with results. However, Jagaos had never gone to the Zûtrani asking for the capital for what he believed would be a fruitless expedition to a land forgotten by time for good reason.
That was until quite recently when rumors of something more substantial had hit the ears of Raz’Mik and Jagaos. The young hybrid would not be totally convinced until he saw the creature in person, but Raz’Mik’s confidence was enough for Jagaos to set sail with one of his earliest contacts aboard Myusza'si's Retribution. In spite of Jagaos’ intellect, he generally played the role of hired muscle when he traveled with his allies. His battle-hardened body and stature did not make it hard for those he met to assumed he was just a thug if he leaned into his looks.
So Jagaos followed Raz’Mik closely and let the older Khah’ do the talking while he observed. If this were a trap, he would be happy to gloat over drinks after they fought their way out, but the actions of the crew seemed to indicate that something strange was going on. This might actually be real… Jagaos thought, as he looked from face to face.
Still, Jagaos had a habit of entertaining Raz’mik’s theories since he knew full well that at this point Raz’mik could cut Jagaos off with relative ease and possibly take away a not inconsequential share of Jagaos’ business in the process. So, Jagaos had funded minor explorations for Raz’Mik and was normally pleasantly surprised with results. However, Jagaos had never gone to the Zûtrani asking for the capital for what he believed would be a fruitless expedition to a land forgotten by time for good reason.
That was until quite recently when rumors of something more substantial had hit the ears of Raz’Mik and Jagaos. The young hybrid would not be totally convinced until he saw the creature in person, but Raz’Mik’s confidence was enough for Jagaos to set sail with one of his earliest contacts aboard Myusza'si's Retribution. In spite of Jagaos’ intellect, he generally played the role of hired muscle when he traveled with his allies. His battle-hardened body and stature did not make it hard for those he met to assumed he was just a thug if he leaned into his looks.
So Jagaos followed Raz’Mik closely and let the older Khah’ do the talking while he observed. If this were a trap, he would be happy to gloat over drinks after they fought their way out, but the actions of the crew seemed to indicate that something strange was going on. This might actually be real… Jagaos thought, as he looked from face to face.
“You the ones with the creature from that new island?” The question, loud and bold as you please, made the redhead’s nose twitch; it seemed that Fey’Kat had come to the right place, at the right moment. She pushed through the people at the docks until she was close enough to be seen and heard. The male who had spoken was a Khah’ of black coloring. Tall and well built, he seemed accustomed to give orders, and the fishermen hurried to give him information, in hushed tones that Fey’Kay could not quite distinguish; she pushed closer still, until she bumped into another male. “Oh, pardon me.” This one was even taller, and when he turned, she saw his eyes were purple. Very unusual.
Being a bold, generally lucky and entitled sort, the red Khah’ female grinned up at him, letting her tail weave slow lazy patterns in the air. “I was just curious, hearing about the creature. I am an adventurer, and I am preparing an expedition myself.” It was only a half-truth. Yes, Fey’Kat considered herself enough of an adventurer, but she had no ship whatsoever, and no idea of how to get one. She had some funds, mostly squirreled away from her family, and grand ideas. Her only accomplishment to date with regard to preparing an expedition was acquiring a new wardrobe, which made her look somewhat a cross between a pirate, a tavern wench and a true adventurer. She had aimed for practical yet sexy; she had no idea of what practical would mean, but she had found the ZàÞça fashions lovely and had stocked on colorful blouses and tight pants.
While she was doing her best to charm and chat up the purple-eyed male who looked like the bodyguard of the other and therefore a gatekeeper of sorts, voices were suddenly louder, although she couldn't make out all of it. “You want Jsozefx, you need to pay for him. Or take us on as part of the crew, and we’ll get a share of profits.” Eyes suddenly wide, she exclaimed “I can pay also. I want in.” She stood straighter, as tall as she could be, chin raised and eyes narrowed, trying to give off her most authoritative look. She had learned that people often believed you had more power if you projected it well enough.
Being a bold, generally lucky and entitled sort, the red Khah’ female grinned up at him, letting her tail weave slow lazy patterns in the air. “I was just curious, hearing about the creature. I am an adventurer, and I am preparing an expedition myself.” It was only a half-truth. Yes, Fey’Kat considered herself enough of an adventurer, but she had no ship whatsoever, and no idea of how to get one. She had some funds, mostly squirreled away from her family, and grand ideas. Her only accomplishment to date with regard to preparing an expedition was acquiring a new wardrobe, which made her look somewhat a cross between a pirate, a tavern wench and a true adventurer. She had aimed for practical yet sexy; she had no idea of what practical would mean, but she had found the ZàÞça fashions lovely and had stocked on colorful blouses and tight pants.
While she was doing her best to charm and chat up the purple-eyed male who looked like the bodyguard of the other and therefore a gatekeeper of sorts, voices were suddenly louder, although she couldn't make out all of it. “You want Jsozefx, you need to pay for him. Or take us on as part of the crew, and we’ll get a share of profits.” Eyes suddenly wide, she exclaimed “I can pay also. I want in.” She stood straighter, as tall as she could be, chin raised and eyes narrowed, trying to give off her most authoritative look. She had learned that people often believed you had more power if you projected it well enough.
Raz’mik had some difficulties in securing funds to send a larger group south of the Becal Curtain to locate the island he had discovered in his youth. It had sat there in the ocean virtually unexplored and untouched. Which to Raz’mik was a complete waste. There were untold riches hidden on the island and he was certain of it. Over the course of his lifetime, he managed to scrape together a sizable collection of funds to begin exploring south of the Becal Curtain.
Jagaos had been his benefactor when it came to getting his ship. He had been transporting goods for the man when the rumors reached him. Raz’mik had made certain to pay back Jagaos in full with interest for the ship. The two of them had a fruitful business together when it came to work and expeditions. He was finally able to accumulate some of his own wealth to fund this mission. This caused the more skeptical man to approach Jagaos with another offer. He was not sure about the truth behind the stories about a creature being captured and brought to the desert port. Thus the two of them were standing in the port asking about the strange creature having been brought ashore.
Raz’mik focused on the fisherman hearing them want in on a piece of the action. He was not going to allow them to be a part of his crew. This was his mission and his discovery that he was following up on. While they may possess the creature that would only last for a few more moments. After which they would no longer be needed and would have outlived their usefulness. Luckily they made another offer for payment which was acceptable to the Captain.
He was about to ask the fisherman about their price for the creature when another voice rose above the crowd. Raz’mik scowled in annoyance hearing another voice chime in. A growl had escaped from his lips as his eyes narrowed towards the new voice. He looked over the red haired female standing there proudly. She did not look like much and the outfit made Raz’mik want to roll his eyes and toss her into the sea. Even if the offer to pay was enticing, he glanced towards Jagoas to see how he was taking the overeager female’s offer.
“We don’t need your assistance, girl. Just go home and leave the negotiating to the adults," Raz'mik said shifting his attention towards Jagaos. "Let's discuss matters down below deck, Jagaos.”
Jagaos had been his benefactor when it came to getting his ship. He had been transporting goods for the man when the rumors reached him. Raz’mik had made certain to pay back Jagaos in full with interest for the ship. The two of them had a fruitful business together when it came to work and expeditions. He was finally able to accumulate some of his own wealth to fund this mission. This caused the more skeptical man to approach Jagaos with another offer. He was not sure about the truth behind the stories about a creature being captured and brought to the desert port. Thus the two of them were standing in the port asking about the strange creature having been brought ashore.
Raz’mik focused on the fisherman hearing them want in on a piece of the action. He was not going to allow them to be a part of his crew. This was his mission and his discovery that he was following up on. While they may possess the creature that would only last for a few more moments. After which they would no longer be needed and would have outlived their usefulness. Luckily they made another offer for payment which was acceptable to the Captain.
He was about to ask the fisherman about their price for the creature when another voice rose above the crowd. Raz’mik scowled in annoyance hearing another voice chime in. A growl had escaped from his lips as his eyes narrowed towards the new voice. He looked over the red haired female standing there proudly. She did not look like much and the outfit made Raz’mik want to roll his eyes and toss her into the sea. Even if the offer to pay was enticing, he glanced towards Jagoas to see how he was taking the overeager female’s offer.
“We don’t need your assistance, girl. Just go home and leave the negotiating to the adults," Raz'mik said shifting his attention towards Jagaos. "Let's discuss matters down below deck, Jagaos.”
Jsozefxluthojîðvars forced himself to hear what the people above were saying; voices raised, even in a different culture he did not understand, could never mean anything good. He had been bound, arms and legs tied together, and his joints were aching, but he managed to drag himself closer to the stairs which led to the outside. He heard fragments of conversations, noises, and the sloshing of water against the wood of the boat; he could barely make anything out, but it looked like they would be selling him. The concept was foreign to him, and he tried to imagine what would happen, rather unsuccessfully. It didn’t help that his mind was muddled by hunger and thirst.
Then the stairs started to creak as one person came down, and then another. It was dark under deck, but Jsozefxluthojîðvars saw clearly as day. More people, different from those before. They had … tails? What a strange thing. He was idly wondering if he had started to hallucinate when he was suddenly blinded by a torch. Wincing, he retreated as much as his bindings allowed, turning to one side and attempting to shield his eyes, although without use of his hands it was very difficult. Still, he had decided not to talk, and he saw no reason to protest. His earlier words hadn’t been useful after all.
The new arrivals would see, at the light of the torch, a pitiful creature, bound and helpless, resembling more a giant insect than a man. A beast of sorts, dressed up and full of golden jewelry. It wasn’t that the fishermen hadn’t tried to remove his bracelets and golden choker, but they soon had realized that it would kill him or tear his hands up, and had let him be. He had been deadly afraid when that happened, and had prayed to Bezăv continuously as he was tormented by the fishermen. It had fortunately worked and they had ceased, although his clothing had been seriously damaged and torn to shreds in different places.
Then the stairs started to creak as one person came down, and then another. It was dark under deck, but Jsozefxluthojîðvars saw clearly as day. More people, different from those before. They had … tails? What a strange thing. He was idly wondering if he had started to hallucinate when he was suddenly blinded by a torch. Wincing, he retreated as much as his bindings allowed, turning to one side and attempting to shield his eyes, although without use of his hands it was very difficult. Still, he had decided not to talk, and he saw no reason to protest. His earlier words hadn’t been useful after all.
The new arrivals would see, at the light of the torch, a pitiful creature, bound and helpless, resembling more a giant insect than a man. A beast of sorts, dressed up and full of golden jewelry. It wasn’t that the fishermen hadn’t tried to remove his bracelets and golden choker, but they soon had realized that it would kill him or tear his hands up, and had let him be. He had been deadly afraid when that happened, and had prayed to Bezăv continuously as he was tormented by the fishermen. It had fortunately worked and they had ceased, although his clothing had been seriously damaged and torn to shreds in different places.
Jagaos listened intently to what was going on, but let Raz’Mik do all the talking. It was best not to make promises or offers at such an early stage. However, he had considered speaking up when the crew tried to force their way into the expedition. He had to suppress a pleased smile from spreading across his stony visage as Raz’Mik deftly talked the Captain out of the mad idea. A pack of fisherman exploring an uncharted land might be a fine idea for an adventurous novel, but outside of literature the crew would likely die within days. This was going to require experience and-
Jagaos' inner monologue was interrupted when someone bumped into him from behind. He glanced backwards and his eyes met a slender young redhead with an outfit fit for an entirely different type of novel. In keeping with his bodyguard act he practically stared through her. "Careful." He said in a deep, commanding voice fit for someone of Nkhya'jra heritage. Her use of the word 'adventurer' very nearly caused Jagaos to lose his composure. Does she actually go around thinking that's a profession? He thought to himself as he studied her a little more. The new clothes, bright attitude, and use of the term 'adventurer' indicated she was certainly new to the job. However, a new outfit meant funds.
Jagaos had opted to simply stare down at her, silent and cold as business continued. His eyes left her for a moment when Raz’Mik and the Captain came to an agreement, leaving the woman out of the offer entirely. Raz’Mik was heading below decks and called for Jagaos to join, but the faux-bodyguard glanced back at the woman, then nodded at Raz’Mik. "More money means a larger expedition." Really with his patron's backing it the expedition would already be quite well funded, but the less he had to ask them for the better. Also, taking on a solitary wealthy newcomer as opposed to a whole crew was quite different. A crew's death meant the end of an expedition. A backer's death meant more money for the rest of them.
Jagaos grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her along. If she resisted considerably or tried to strike him, he would let go. However, he did not trust this crew as far as he could throw their boat and keeping her close kept her out of danger. He could not know for sure, but he got the feeling she probably was not used to walking around a seafaring vessel full of vulgar sailors who apparently thought nothing of kidnapping. Once they reached the room where the creature was kept he would release the woman if he had not already been driven to do so earlier. His jaw dropped slightly as he took in the strange pitiful creature before them. Raz’Mik had been right all along. He turned around and growled at any crew members. "Leave us with it."
Jagaos' inner monologue was interrupted when someone bumped into him from behind. He glanced backwards and his eyes met a slender young redhead with an outfit fit for an entirely different type of novel. In keeping with his bodyguard act he practically stared through her. "Careful." He said in a deep, commanding voice fit for someone of Nkhya'jra heritage. Her use of the word 'adventurer' very nearly caused Jagaos to lose his composure. Does she actually go around thinking that's a profession? He thought to himself as he studied her a little more. The new clothes, bright attitude, and use of the term 'adventurer' indicated she was certainly new to the job. However, a new outfit meant funds.
Jagaos had opted to simply stare down at her, silent and cold as business continued. His eyes left her for a moment when Raz’Mik and the Captain came to an agreement, leaving the woman out of the offer entirely. Raz’Mik was heading below decks and called for Jagaos to join, but the faux-bodyguard glanced back at the woman, then nodded at Raz’Mik. "More money means a larger expedition." Really with his patron's backing it the expedition would already be quite well funded, but the less he had to ask them for the better. Also, taking on a solitary wealthy newcomer as opposed to a whole crew was quite different. A crew's death meant the end of an expedition. A backer's death meant more money for the rest of them.
Jagaos grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her along. If she resisted considerably or tried to strike him, he would let go. However, he did not trust this crew as far as he could throw their boat and keeping her close kept her out of danger. He could not know for sure, but he got the feeling she probably was not used to walking around a seafaring vessel full of vulgar sailors who apparently thought nothing of kidnapping. Once they reached the room where the creature was kept he would release the woman if he had not already been driven to do so earlier. His jaw dropped slightly as he took in the strange pitiful creature before them. Raz’Mik had been right all along. He turned around and growled at any crew members. "Leave us with it."
Raz’mik felt like he was finished with the female claiming to be an adventurer. Whether or not she was finished with him for another matter. He did not need her to join them in their search for the new continent. The very idea left a pit in his stomach. The male khah’ could not quite place a finger on the exact emotion he was feeling in regards to her. Perhaps it was repulsion or disgust. However, his friend made a valuable point about getting the extra coverage for their expenses. She did appear to have some amount of wealth which she openly displayed with her choice in clothing. Raz’mik shook his head before heading down into the depths of the ship.
It took a brief moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Afterwards he was able to see the creature more clearly. Never had he imagined the kind of creatures or wealth the new continent held for the taking. This was beyond his imagination. Raz’mik moved closer to the creature to get a better look. The male khah’ was within arms reach of the creature. He knealed down to look over the chains that held the creature bound. They seemed like they would hold firm should this creature attempt to escape from them during the transaction.
“Who are you?” Raz’mik asked the dark creature.
Raz’mik was not expecting an answer. Could he even speak their language? Questions were swirling around in the Captain’s mind. His knowledge about this race was just what he took within from this very brief instant. Looking over the creature he could see a throat so speech could be possible. All he needed to know was if he could understand what they were saying and could speak.
It took a brief moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Afterwards he was able to see the creature more clearly. Never had he imagined the kind of creatures or wealth the new continent held for the taking. This was beyond his imagination. Raz’mik moved closer to the creature to get a better look. The male khah’ was within arms reach of the creature. He knealed down to look over the chains that held the creature bound. They seemed like they would hold firm should this creature attempt to escape from them during the transaction.
“Who are you?” Raz’mik asked the dark creature.
Raz’mik was not expecting an answer. Could he even speak their language? Questions were swirling around in the Captain’s mind. His knowledge about this race was just what he took within from this very brief instant. Looking over the creature he could see a throat so speech could be possible. All he needed to know was if he could understand what they were saying and could speak.
As she was unceremoniously grabbed and pulled along by the bodyguard, Fey’Kat opened her mouth to protest in outrage at the treatment, but then she thought better about it. She was getting what she wanted, wasn’t it? Out of the crowd, and in with the most interesting expedition she had seen lately. She had noticed that the dark Khah’ had not been too keen on her joining, but truly she would turn that around. After all, her own brothers had not learned how to resist her after so long, and she didn’t even have to try very hard. He would come around, she was certain of it. So really, a little manhandling was not such a big thing, and her outrage was soon forgotten altogether at the sight of what was hidden below deck. Once she saw the alien, her Şzein eyes went big, and she turned and smiled charmingly at the bodyguard, removing herself from his grip and rearranging her hair in place. “Thank you for the assistance, but I would like to take a closer look now.”
Unless the male prevented her somehow, she would step closer to the dark Khah’ and the strange creature, and bend down slightly to take a closer look. “This is amazing. So beautiful.” She was of course referring to the jewelry; thin gold bands, and so tight that the redhead immediately understood they must have been worn continuously and grown into. “I won’t try to harm you, please don’t be afraid.” She reached out, rather fearlessly if she said so herself, and placed her fingers on the creature’s neck, right on the jewelry. The absence of reaction encouraged her, and she then placed a firmer hand, trying to get the creature to turn to her and finding resistance. She turned to the darker male with a quick glance as he started his interrogation, and then back to the alien. “Who are you?” She doubted that the creature would respond, it seemed to have been traumatized - and Fey’Kat admitted to herself that being kidnapped and bound in chains would have an impact on her too if it happened.
Unless the male prevented her somehow, she would step closer to the dark Khah’ and the strange creature, and bend down slightly to take a closer look. “This is amazing. So beautiful.” She was of course referring to the jewelry; thin gold bands, and so tight that the redhead immediately understood they must have been worn continuously and grown into. “I won’t try to harm you, please don’t be afraid.” She reached out, rather fearlessly if she said so herself, and placed her fingers on the creature’s neck, right on the jewelry. The absence of reaction encouraged her, and she then placed a firmer hand, trying to get the creature to turn to her and finding resistance. She turned to the darker male with a quick glance as he started his interrogation, and then back to the alien. “Who are you?” She doubted that the creature would respond, it seemed to have been traumatized - and Fey’Kat admitted to herself that being kidnapped and bound in chains would have an impact on her too if it happened.
Traumatized or not, Jsozefxluthojîðvars was still curious enough to try to identify the voice who said "beautiful" and promised they won't harm him. After all, it was the first time it happened to him since he had been taken. It was a strange creature, and he cringed a little at the coloring and quickly turned away again since his eyes still hurt. But the touch was rather gentle, and he croaked a reply almost without realizing what he was doing. "Light ... hurts." He clamped up again afterwards, and certainly didn't want to give them his name. The other one, with darker coloring, didn't seem as friendly.
He felt pitiful and weak, and he was all too aware that he was entirely in the power of these strange creatures. The chains were strong, and his body was becoming brittle with thirst and hunger. Even his voice, earlier, hadn't sounded like him at all. He prayed for the nightmare to end, and to wake up, by a miracle, in the middle of his family. He was so very far away from home that everything felt unreal.
He felt pitiful and weak, and he was all too aware that he was entirely in the power of these strange creatures. The chains were strong, and his body was becoming brittle with thirst and hunger. Even his voice, earlier, hadn't sounded like him at all. He prayed for the nightmare to end, and to wake up, by a miracle, in the middle of his family. He was so very far away from home that everything felt unreal.
Raz’mik had enough time to stop the young woman from moving closer to the creature. However, he did nothing to intervene. This could be her chance to prove herself worthy in his eyes. If she was still keen on joining their adventure he wanted to see what she was capable of. Raz’mik stood off to the side and watched her interacting with the creature. The creature did not respond to the question that Raz’mik had asked but Raz’mik could hear the words that were spoken.
“The light,” he said, musing.
His eyes went towards the light that filtered down under the deck. This little tidbit of information was something he could use should the creature still prove to be reluctant to offer up more. A way for him to get some answers in exchange for the minor mercy of being brought back into the darkness. His eyes went back towards the young woman who forced her way into his company. He moved to lean down close to her ear.
“Get more information out of him and I’ll consider letting you come with us.”
“The light,” he said, musing.
His eyes went towards the light that filtered down under the deck. This little tidbit of information was something he could use should the creature still prove to be reluctant to offer up more. A way for him to get some answers in exchange for the minor mercy of being brought back into the darkness. His eyes went back towards the young woman who forced her way into his company. He moved to lean down close to her ear.
“Get more information out of him and I’ll consider letting you come with us.”
Jagaos had let go of the woman without protest, not bothering to respond to the woman as he unceremoniously shoved the fisherman out of the room and took a torch from them. He watched her and Raz’mik interact with the alien creature and made a note of the fact that the woman seemed entranced by the things appearance as well as being quite kind to it. She even reached out to touch the creature. Initially he approached with the torch to give them a better view and perhaps intervene if it attacked either of them, but the pitiful creature simply winced at the light.
“Back away.” Jagaos said to the two of them. Raz’mik would likely know better than to ignore his warning, but he held no such hope for the woman, transfixed as she was on the creature. Without another word, he extinguished the torch and they were plunged into darkness. “Better?” He asked the creature as he patiently waited in the corner for his eyes to adjust. Jagaos had not quite heard what Raz’mik said to the woman before he extinguished the torch, but he trusted that the Khah’ had made the same assumption he had. They did not need her, but she could be of use. Particularly as a decoy if the creature turned hostile.
“Back away.” Jagaos said to the two of them. Raz’mik would likely know better than to ignore his warning, but he held no such hope for the woman, transfixed as she was on the creature. Without another word, he extinguished the torch and they were plunged into darkness. “Better?” He asked the creature as he patiently waited in the corner for his eyes to adjust. Jagaos had not quite heard what Raz’mik said to the woman before he extinguished the torch, but he trusted that the Khah’ had made the same assumption he had. They did not need her, but she could be of use. Particularly as a decoy if the creature turned hostile.
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