Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

While Rakharo chased the outsider away, Lavakho couldn't help but laugh at her trivial effort to communicate to the two Drojharkosi brothers.  It was a sad attempt indeed. It brought the quiet warrior great pleasure to see the outsider running away in fear, tail between her legs.  Fear had no place in the Dotharan and those who felt it didn't deserve the brothers' company.  

Rakharo had shifted his aggression toward the slave that they had captured.  Though she had not done her duty as a translator, Lavakho saw no reason to engage her angrily.  Back in Rhaesh Dahaan, Lavakho had grown close to many of the slaves, he was even friendly with most (in secret, of course).  However, slaves were slaves, and they must know their place, but this one seemed happy to serve.

"Isthasy, jaciv geou yor. Jaciv vucotic jacioniv goawy," said Lavakho, slowly placing himself between his brother and the slave. "Coi ui ti wer tairais ihk nomeno. Yth jalla nakta gethrisjir.".