Dragoncrest Cliffs make a fury of me

Artaax felt his heart swell when Thur said the words. A smile stretched across his lips, but he stifled it quickly as nomi continued to give instructions. He nodded to confirm that he understood each word. None of it would at all be a stretch for him - he was always obedient and respectful. The fact that the leaders he would meet would not be of Drageda was inconsequential to him (at that moment, anyway). They were still leaders, and he would treat them as such, even though they were not kru and were far inferior to them. Yeah, this would be great.

Blixen spoke words of gratitude aloud, but Artaax only gazed at the heda with the emotion written upon his face as he bowed his head to her. He looked at his sister then and commented, "We should prepare." And then he realized... "What can we do to help prepare?" Should he hunt? Would they bring food with them? Maybe he should attack a stick.