Are
In one motion, clumsy but rehearsed til there was no getting it wrong, the knapsack slid off the cobbler's warrior's frame and the roundshield swung down from it's place on his other shoulder. A few steps back to buy just a little more time, time to rip the hand axe from it's frog and make ready for what he had been fearing would come sooner or later. No foray of his into the land of the alfir had gone unpunished, so why would it just because he was set out on a holy quest?
For a moment he was ready, body tensed and awaiting blows, yet none came. Ready to return the favor as soon as the shield had done it's duty, razor sharp axe poised to lash out, a coiled sneak just waiting for the right moment to strike. A moment that never came.
Are hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath and let it out as he peered over the edge of his shield, helmet just poking above the rim. He could still hear the blood rushing through his ears, but heart calming for every beat, for no winged assailants where there. Only a woman he thought he recognized. A face that awoke memories of the last time he'd found himself deep in the woods, memories he'd done away with for the for the most part.
He caught up with his own mind at last, realizing he'd been a mute leather clad bear of a man just scowling at nothing in particular. Finding what little courtesy he could muster he slowly lowered his arms and swallowed the dryness the high blood had left him. "Heil, I'm..." he greeted her and was about to explain before he again caught himself. He was on a holy mission, by the gods! Far too important to go blurting it out to any and all.
"I am here on business of my own, blessed by the queen nonetheless. See!" he said, protesting meekly and producing the little token Zariah had handed him, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong being there, it still felt comforting knowing he had something to prove it.
For a moment he was ready, body tensed and awaiting blows, yet none came. Ready to return the favor as soon as the shield had done it's duty, razor sharp axe poised to lash out, a coiled sneak just waiting for the right moment to strike. A moment that never came.
Are hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath and let it out as he peered over the edge of his shield, helmet just poking above the rim. He could still hear the blood rushing through his ears, but heart calming for every beat, for no winged assailants where there. Only a woman he thought he recognized. A face that awoke memories of the last time he'd found himself deep in the woods, memories he'd done away with for the for the most part.
He caught up with his own mind at last, realizing he'd been a mute leather clad bear of a man just scowling at nothing in particular. Finding what little courtesy he could muster he slowly lowered his arms and swallowed the dryness the high blood had left him. "Heil, I'm..." he greeted her and was about to explain before he again caught himself. He was on a holy mission, by the gods! Far too important to go blurting it out to any and all.
"I am here on business of my own, blessed by the queen nonetheless. See!" he said, protesting meekly and producing the little token Zariah had handed him, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong being there, it still felt comforting knowing he had something to prove it.
