Stone Circle the away mission

Tulimaq did not consider himself much of an ambassador and furthermore, he was hardly a spy. His abilities were physical out of necessity, and he was more mindful of things than the typical brute, so being an explorer suited him. Yet he had never encountered a family of passive creatures before; it seemed odd, when the boy spoke, that there would be such a place that did not employ warriors. Who kept the pests from stealing off the land? Who ran down the deserters? Who fought in their wars?

He contemplates these things between the boy's comments, and twists his ears attentively forwards when he hears the question. If this place doesn't have warriors, it makes it ripe for the taking. A dark thought; one he entertains solely because he's been trained to think of things in black and white, violent ways. But he smiles; the thin line becoming something a little more genuine.

I could teach you more, Tulimaq drawls without letting promises cloud the air. But I doubt your family would appreciate a rogue coming and going on your land. Still, he hasn't said no. The man's smile dims and he looks thoughtfully at the standing stones, observing them for a minute or two, and adds: I could return this way in a few days and meet you somewhere for lessons, but you would need to get permission first.

At the very least, it would be a nice way to pass a few hours.