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Silv didn’t think Fridgar had heard her jest about ruptures and handsome men; it had meant only for Kleine and her enjoyment. She was thankful he had found it as humorous as she had. The horned giant was quite the interesting individual with a personality she would not have expected had she observed him from afar. Beneath the intimidating visage and scarred physique was warmth. This men enjoyed friendship, companionship—Silv assumed Kindal was some kind of spouse the first time she heard Fridgar say the word—and devotion to his maker Thetros. He defied stereotypes in a lot of ways, and she appreciated him for that.
Silv accepted the hand down from Fridgar as he lowered her to the ground beside him. “Thank you, gracious hunter,” she replied in Haltunga, straightening her clothes and stretching her legs. She watched the giant relieve Anakol from his own passenger, and listened to their exchange in silence. The other two—Kayleigh and Robin—did not react to anything that was said by the pair, so Silv assumed neither spoke any Haltunga. Leaning in to speak to them both in common, she said, “If you’d ever like to learn the Lothar tongue, seek me out. It would be really useful if you intend to live here in Uthaldria.”
Both Kayleigh and Robin spoke of a desire to see Thetros, to which Silv nodded in agreement. “I hope to write history one day,” she said, again in common, “and this is definitely something to bear witness to.” Fridgar spoke of the Immortal as well, referring to how the god had recruited the giant into the Jegers, which Silv understood to be one of the three Paths the Lothar joined in their life. Practically shouting over the din, she said in Common “I bet that that’s a story to hear, Fridgar. Perhaps another time, when there isn’t a whole crowd of shirtless men roaring all around us.”
Silv turned to Robin and Kayleigh, who seemed to be a little cramped in this new group. Silv had to admit, the crowd was a little claustrophobic, and she noticed the stares of the Lothar closest to them. An Eidisi, two humans, and a horned giant was not something that one often saw all together, not in Uthaldria at least. “What do you do in the city?” she asked the pair. She would’ve asked Anakol his profession as well, but for now the man seem preoccupied on watching Thetros across the way, so for now she let the man be.
Silv accepted the hand down from Fridgar as he lowered her to the ground beside him. “Thank you, gracious hunter,” she replied in Haltunga, straightening her clothes and stretching her legs. She watched the giant relieve Anakol from his own passenger, and listened to their exchange in silence. The other two—Kayleigh and Robin—did not react to anything that was said by the pair, so Silv assumed neither spoke any Haltunga. Leaning in to speak to them both in common, she said, “If you’d ever like to learn the Lothar tongue, seek me out. It would be really useful if you intend to live here in Uthaldria.”
Both Kayleigh and Robin spoke of a desire to see Thetros, to which Silv nodded in agreement. “I hope to write history one day,” she said, again in common, “and this is definitely something to bear witness to.” Fridgar spoke of the Immortal as well, referring to how the god had recruited the giant into the Jegers, which Silv understood to be one of the three Paths the Lothar joined in their life. Practically shouting over the din, she said in Common “I bet that that’s a story to hear, Fridgar. Perhaps another time, when there isn’t a whole crowd of shirtless men roaring all around us.”
Silv turned to Robin and Kayleigh, who seemed to be a little cramped in this new group. Silv had to admit, the crowd was a little claustrophobic, and she noticed the stares of the Lothar closest to them. An Eidisi, two humans, and a horned giant was not something that one often saw all together, not in Uthaldria at least. “What do you do in the city?” she asked the pair. She would’ve asked Anakol his profession as well, but for now the man seem preoccupied on watching Thetros across the way, so for now she let the man be.
