Dragoncrest Cliffs last night i dreamed i was shot

predictably, geist's understanding and poor grasp on common makes this whole encounter utterly cringeworthy; and his own inability to understand the words being snarled at him in response to his smoky soaked demand in his native tongue leaves geist to continue down the path of assumption that this exchange is turning more hostile by the second. seconds which ticked by with a rapidness of a clock who's hands were set to spin too fast. he doesn't understand the stranger's frustrated attempt to explain — if geist did, he might've been utterly surprised at how well the stranger adapted to gleaning understanding of what he was saying — and feels his hackles prickling higher and higher. a snap of teeth given as the stranger full out shouts at him.

bone-ivory ears taper back and he snaps his teeth again, expecting an attack. heart beat flutters furiously, like the thrum of a hummingbird's wings, within it's prison of marred flesh and bone. i was here first, geist's stance communicates. you leave. under the poorly translated guise that the stranger was attempting to intimidate him into leaving.

many and more encounters like this were bound to happen if geist did not find rabe soon.