Noctisardor Bypass through caverns measureless to man

Her comments make him raise his brows. He isn't sure how to take it, and truthfully had not considered the innuendo of the moment until she'd made mention of it. Afterwards Tulimaq was at a little loss for words; but she moved on quickly, and he was attentive to that, happy to remove Mengu from the conversation.

The sharing of information wasn't taboo within Tartok, but there were limits to what he could tell her. Tulimaq was also quite happy to boast about his people, their might, and the strength that he inherited through the shared blood as well as the shared experience of their culture; had he been more aware, he would've realized that Tashkent and her people were not that different when it came to mentality.

We are northerners. Mighty warriors of Tartok. There are many of us — although not so common in this temperate place. He admitted, but was not ashamed of this. There had been many attempts to tame these wilds and they had resulted in strong children being born, or allies being made, and at times that was better than an all-out conversion and conquering. He turned the question back upon her: Your people, they remind me of my own. You move as one unit, and clearly there is a shared strength among you. What sort of world did you leave behind?