Qeya River judge and jury

listen.

he would listen, and listen well. some words he had already picked up on. he did not know what they meant, but they were locked within his steel trap of a mind. he would inquire about them from one of the individuals sun eater listed.

chin high, now. but his confidence not to outshine sun eater's.

aye. another short, stern reply. as if it is all he knows to say. he will not bother the chieftain with his presence any longer, and this is relayed when his stride slows, shoulders turning away from the man.

he says: we should hunt soon, chieftain. his parting invitation.

exit blackfell!