Barrow Fields guzila

i hope this "Story mode" is okay - i figured it would be easier to read than anu just... launching into a speech that would be phonetically confusing since he knows very little english! <3

the northerner issued a chuckle, admitting fate could not be outrun forever. anu would agree; fate was not something anything could outmaneuver, be it with wings or legs. fate came to all, whether they were running or not.

naturally, rokig wished to know how one found fate. anu's race was not a secretive coven -- he would oblige any question asked, and if he had the knowledge to answer, would do so.

anu started into an explanation, his words stilted and halting. occasionally he would grasp helplessly for a word, turning to rokig for assistance -- and then he would continue onwards, nodding yes if the word was correct, or shaking his head dismally if the word was not. he told rokig of his people, of the red sands in which he had been born: he told rokig of birth signs and the importance of them to his people, of caste systems, and finally, of his kurra, or rather, his pilgrimage to this new world in which in fates' eyes, was the only way to become worthy. finishing at length and finding himself quite tired of grappling for words he could barely remember, and often times being frustrated by his lack of eloquence, anu fell silent. his gaze remained on his companion expectantly, should rokig press forth any further questions.