Hadama did not walk fast but his strides were long so that even when he moved with slow deliberation he still kept pace with those in a greater hurry. His hair remained damp from the Eye, but his skin and the residual moisture on his clothes had dried during the walk. He looked at the carved dragons with solemn interest and listened with respect to Kaisel's description of the building's layout, even when the joke about field rations was cracked. "Mmh. That is... unfortunate." He tilted his head at the hyperbole, a flicker of something that might have been amusement in emerald eyes.
Or perhaps it was just a trick of the light.
"I will make a note to ban such dangerous rations in Torchline."
He followed the young Dragoon as Kaisel spun and walked backwards, telling his tale of Kings and dragons with an animated grin. The Tidebreaker listened with his full attention on his guide, though he occasionally glanced around at the imposing architecture. When Kaisel stopped so did Hadama, though he only inclined his head in polite greeting to the passing soldiers. He did, however, wait until they were out of earshot before raising a steely brow and gesturing for the young man to continue both walking and speaking. "What did this King do next?"
Or perhaps it was just a trick of the light.
"I will make a note to ban such dangerous rations in Torchline."
He followed the young Dragoon as Kaisel spun and walked backwards, telling his tale of Kings and dragons with an animated grin. The Tidebreaker listened with his full attention on his guide, though he occasionally glanced around at the imposing architecture. When Kaisel stopped so did Hadama, though he only inclined his head in polite greeting to the passing soldiers. He did, however, wait until they were out of earshot before raising a steely brow and gesturing for the young man to continue both walking and speaking. "What did this King do next?"
