Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

He only supplied the words to help, but he didn't realize how much of a know-it-all he appeared to be and remained oblivious to it even still.  He nodded once at Ephraim's echo of the word, and he repeated it once more.  Ass.  Maybe if he were more of a normal young boy he'd be in a fit of giggles over the fact that they were just repeating the word "ass" over and over, but he was not, and he didn't find it anything other than a straightforward definition.

Lingering, he repeats, before furrowing his brow to search for an approximate common-tongue definition for the word.  Unlike Ephraim, he was not as fluent in the common tongue as he was Trigedasleng, and it took him a minute to come up with something.  Staying somewhere for a period of time.. unwelcome?  He turns to face the skayona and shakes it off with a shrug of his shoulders.  He does want to become better at speaking in the common tongue to communicate with outsiders as rauna, but he finds it less important than Ephraim learning Trigedasleng.

He nods once more to confirm Ephraim's statement.  Although the black-masked woman's numbers were growing, Drageda would crush them.  If it came down to war, they would have the numbers, even without Sangeda and Maungeda's backup.  His attention diverted as soon as Ephraim pointed out the depression, which reminded him of Hougeda's entrance.  He sniffs and takes a step closer, then narrows his eyes to focus on it.  It looks like Hougeda.  Like it leads somewhere.