Luneshale Pass Desafinado

He gestured for a servant. The feather was stowed away, neatly among his things.

“Perhaps Sitaum could teach you, Khusobek,” he proposed, allowing the offer to sit before delineating with amusement, “it would be a good use of servicemen’s time to learn techniques from one another.” Sparing, of course.

A mazoi of many tasks, then. Did it make the rugged man a master of none?

“Do you find the work in Akashingo satisfies you?” He takes a mouthful of beer. “And you- Legend? I hear you have many talents. Tell me of them,” The riverprince raised a suggestive brow, for he too did hear the talk amongst the soldiers, and her distant manner now labeled herself as extrinsic.