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Jezal nodded. It was a common enough cultural practice in many tribes that he'd seen. {"At least you not forced to have man."} He stood in the doorway and watched in amazement as the tiny animal energetically skittered about the hut, using every piece of furniture and the wooden beams holding...

{"I try,"} Jezal solemnly nodded. After they'd eaten their fill, Jezal followed Aiyana to return their dishes before they made off for her home. At this point, the man had become giddy at the prospect of a bath and he'd begun to bombard his guide with a slew of questions. {"Do you have a blade...

{"You—plenty strong!"} the outsider smiled at her. She was right. There was much for him to learn, especially if he was stuck here for the foreseeable future. There was no linking arms and skipping back off to the mainland with the Bergsons. Until he had the strength to manage for himself, he'd...

Silent as they bickered, Jezal's hands were not to be stopped, and he continued eating while keeping a wary eye on the two. Then, as he and Aiyana were left alone, Jezal swallowed a mouthful of succulent meat to speak. {"He is like kumquat juice,"} stated Jezal, {"Thank you for standing for...

Jezal, too busy digging into his food, paid Fen little mind. Perhaps if he hadn't been so wanting of food, he'd speak for himself. It was better this way. Aiyana wasn't a weak-willed woman, that much was clear. He raised the grilled leg of some animal up to his mouth and sank his teeth into it...

Jezal innocently pouted and shrugged his shoulders at Aiyana. There was a point to be had, sure. But it was no stranger than a knight calling forth the sun's wrath. "Ack!" He hissed as the girl tightened the dressing over his healing wound, "Just because it won't kill me doesn't mean it doesn't...

"Can't die, can't age," he nodded. Jezal lifted an arm for Aiyana. {"Yes, and I act wounded,"} the man scoffed, {"Burn not good. Will not kill me. Bad knights try before."} A bit of mental gymnastics for her last question, {"I am just a man."} No, what he possessed was hardly Godhood...

{"I am normal man. Promise!"} Jezal appeared entirely unbothered that she'd backed away so frantically, even tripping in the process. He just sat there, slightly hunched forward, and proceeded to continue with cleaning around the healing wound. {"I this way for... many years,"} He wore a...

{"Food?"} Jezal's head canted at the word, like a curious puppy. It was as if he had no regard for his injury. He could have begun to explain that the stitches wouldn't be necessary, but it was best they get to a private place first. She would see, eventually, and words would be useless. She...

The two had wrestled for tens of seconds before Aiyana interrupted the duel. Good timing, the outsider would think, as Jarrah had just eyed the fresh wound on his side and was likely to take advantage of that. That being said, shiny crimson flowed from the warrior's nose and cut on his lip...

A second move to follow the first, which Jezal parried with the back of his hand (if Jarrah had been shocked, it caused no hesitation), came as a downward slash from the opposite side. Jezal backpedaled, evading Jarrah's subsequent rush of blows, and found himself on the back foot. Evading one...

Jezal's master had been a short, slant-eyed man. An artist, the apprentice had never bested his master. Not a single time. He could see things well, the outsider, and read the distance between himself and Jarrah surprisingly well. To the onlookers, it appeared as if Jarrah's spear would have...

Aiyana's desperate plea drowned in the several raised voices around them. The villagers stomped on the earth or porches to their homes, but there was no rhythm. {"I battle now?"} he said to Aiyana, his voice, too, losing out to the tribespeople, "Why?" he shouted. The villagers had come...

Jarrah snorted as he prowled, flushed with aggrieved indignation as his mighty chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. {"You know not just how dishonorable and cruel the invaders can be,"} he stabbed his pointer sharply at Aiyana, {"I know! I have defended our home from the invaders for...

Uneasy was putting it lightly. It was fucking hard, and more than once, Aiyana had to stop and check to make sure she hadn't lost Jezal. The hardest of it all was that climb up the thick vine ladder, especially the second half. Jezal's breathing had only done so much at first, and by the time he...