Zavien
His horse's tail flicks behind them, shooing a fly that's been following them for miles as Zavien wipes more sweat from his forehead. "Understandable. These lands are unforgiving. I'm impressed people have lived out here at all." Without the current signposts, he doubts people would have made it work, but those with larger supplies or goods would need to travel on foot, and this land wouldn't make that easy.
Still, he won't disagree that the Furnace is on the lower list of areas he'd focus on. It's massive with little benefit other than travel. Once the other areas are cultivated, then she might be able to start considering things like signage and tourists. "Right. Are you planning to meet with the locals before you start building things, to get more information and see if they have any input on how to make the process easier?" There's no judgement in his tone or the gaze that falls on her, just a professional inquiry as to her plans and methods and where he might help to improve them.
When Sol calls out, Zavien moves with less urgency or concern. Although he can't talk to Sol though the bond, after years of being together, he recognizes the intricacies of his companion, noting curiosity over alarm, cautious excitement over nervous anticipation. It has Zavien quick to reassure Colt as she jumps to ready herself. "It doesn't feel like a threat." Despite the words, his hand is similarly placed over his weapon, propped cautiously against the pommel of his sword in case whatever Sol has found turns out to be more than it initially appears.
The chaos they find isn't outwardly directed, the people and camels rushing around each other in a panic that Zavien doesn't quite understand. Regardless, he hops from his horse without thought, scanning the situation to find where he can help. "What's going on?" He asks no one in particular, but momentarily looks to Colt, searching for guidance on what the problem is and how to solve it.
Still, he won't disagree that the Furnace is on the lower list of areas he'd focus on. It's massive with little benefit other than travel. Once the other areas are cultivated, then she might be able to start considering things like signage and tourists. "Right. Are you planning to meet with the locals before you start building things, to get more information and see if they have any input on how to make the process easier?" There's no judgement in his tone or the gaze that falls on her, just a professional inquiry as to her plans and methods and where he might help to improve them.
When Sol calls out, Zavien moves with less urgency or concern. Although he can't talk to Sol though the bond, after years of being together, he recognizes the intricacies of his companion, noting curiosity over alarm, cautious excitement over nervous anticipation. It has Zavien quick to reassure Colt as she jumps to ready herself. "It doesn't feel like a threat." Despite the words, his hand is similarly placed over his weapon, propped cautiously against the pommel of his sword in case whatever Sol has found turns out to be more than it initially appears.
The chaos they find isn't outwardly directed, the people and camels rushing around each other in a panic that Zavien doesn't quite understand. Regardless, he hops from his horse without thought, scanning the situation to find where he can help. "What's going on?" He asks no one in particular, but momentarily looks to Colt, searching for guidance on what the problem is and how to solve it.
It's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.
Don't let it get away.
