amun
Cocking his head to one side, Amun smiled at the woman. "Well I am sorry she didn't answer. But seeing as I'm always happy to introduce people to her, I would be glad to visit a shrine with you." He chuckled. "If that's actually something you want, my name is Amun Arlun. You can send a note to my pottery studio in the Hollowed Ground whenever."
Raising an eyebrow when the stranger answered his question, he grinned. "Sure. Were you part of the group that fought the one around here?" He'd vaguely heard a rumor about that attack, though very few details.
When she kicked sand at him, he danced backwards. Making sure he wasn't blinded by the strike, he slammed his hands and the batons together. They formed a longer rod, kind of a mini staff. Without giving her much time to recover, he struck towards her gut, trying to knock the wind out of her.
Raising an eyebrow when the stranger answered his question, he grinned. "Sure. Were you part of the group that fought the one around here?" He'd vaguely heard a rumor about that attack, though very few details.
When she kicked sand at him, he danced backwards. Making sure he wasn't blinded by the strike, he slammed his hands and the batons together. They formed a longer rod, kind of a mini staff. Without giving her much time to recover, he struck towards her gut, trying to knock the wind out of her.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
