Dragoncrest Cliffs this battleground is deadly

oi! a voice calls followed as it was by an ugly sound that makes unatak wonder if she's ill. who're you?; a demand. almost as if she thought this territory belonged to her.

unatak swings his head to face her, fiery gaze studying her for a few moments. habitually, he doesn't like having things demanded of him — a clear pitfall of how he's grown up and lived his life prior to his leaving. nevertheless, he isn't looking to get into some kinda fight over this stupid, salty territory. it clearly wasn't worth that to him. ❝just a traveller, miss,❞ unatak speaks in an effort to defuse any hostility that she might be feeling towards him.

❝i'm not stickin' around.❞ he assures her in case that was what she was thinking he was doing; but his progression to somewhere more inland might take a while. he's tired and he's been traveling for a long while now and while he isn't fond of this place ( at all ) he does desire a bit of rest.