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[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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Offering the slightest turn of his head, Setro’s eyes shift to the emergence of Auron’s statement. Belying it of course was the thin veneer of implication that the paladin, though unspokenly so, agreed with. Their readiness to welcome both men to the folds of their abode incites a level of dangerous naivety. Though their skills are forged through adversity and their honour tempered by the flames of justice… was it so beyond the moogles that this could be nothing more than a fanciful facade?[break][break]
Truth be told, he was keen on seeing what their response would be.
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“Of course, kupo~!” Hurdy confirmed.[break] “We mightn’t be the biggest and strongest, but[break] we compensate for it in other ways.”[break][break]
Gurdy spoke up, his tone emboldened with a kind of puff to their fluffy chest, invoking a modicum of machismo— their pygmy statures bely a colossal will, it seems. The paladin could sense a slither of discontent, and much like Auron’s earlier comment, Setro, though unspokenly so, understood why. While the two men’s curiosity carried the sense of disbelief or suspicion, it’s no different than walking into a forge and pickling the blacksmith’s skills and process. Gurdy was merely speaking in defence of his kin.[break][break]
Before too long, the two moogles' fluttering gait would ease to an idle hover, which in turn brought Auron and Setro to a pause as well. While their heads bob left and right to survey their surroundings, Hurdy chimed, “Just one quick moment, kupo~!” Hurdy’s youthful tone appeared more focused now as both her and her twin brother would lift what could only be described as their arms. When they had, a faint glow emanated from those same appendages.[break][break]
In a flourish of light, the path ahead would glow, revealing the numerous wards of moogle design. Some would adorn the ground whilst others would grace the trees and plants around them. “Mind your step!” Gurdy forewarned the warriors as both he and his twin sister resumed their flight. Setro’s eyes perked with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. “Mind our st…” Before the warrior could even finish his sentence, he would look on in surprise as the two moogles had seemingly traversed into thin air.[break][break]
There, Auron and Setro would be subjected to a moment of silence, the latter of which could only surmise that these wards not only acted as a means to deter would-be assailants, but to dissuade accidental interlopers, as well. Setro’s eyes would gently close, his body shrugging out a small yet impressed chuckle as he would point out the obvious. “It would appear we have just been humbled by our friends.” Again, he could not speak for Auron, but his healthy assumption didn’t seem off the mark so far.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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Setro was an anomaly of a man, even amongst those who have fought alongside him. Most would still taste the remnants of the fear and despair wrought by the djinn’s deceptions, yet the warrior spared nary a bed of sweat nor exhausted grimace. It might be unnerving to witness, true, but in the end, it mattered not. For the likes of him, it was very simple — what he saw was a beautified parlour trick, nothing more. To dwell on it would be moot, to dwell on a hypothetical? His time was better spent on the path ahead of him. His was an unparalleled conviction.[break][break]
Auron, on the other hand, is precautious in nature, though the paladin recognizes that it is not unfounded. Even before these diminutive yet seemingly helpful acquaintances of theirs, the man in red quietly objects to the perceived benevolence they offer. Setro neither intervened to alleviate Auron’s woes, nor did he defend the moogles from a valid statement. His was a quiet observation, underlying that, however, was his own precautions.[break][break]
“He’s got a good point, sis.” Gurdy stated.[break] “Indeed he does, kupo~!” Replied Hurdy.[break][break]
With a sloth’s pace, Hurdy flapped her wings in excess to swerve around and face the two warriors. As far as the warrior was concerned, their wings were strong enough to keep them aloft at the expense of manoeuvrability. But he stifled his reservations, waiting to hear their retort instead. “You see, most moogles are pacifist in nature, kupo~! Primarily because of our bodies. I mean, look at us!” To further emphasise her point, Hurdy offered a mite bounce. To and fro was the petite plump of white fur. Setro understood the implication, but would air his concerns alongside Auron’s. “We mean no ill when we cast our doubts into the open. The djinn has made us weary of further deception.”[break][break]
“Of course, kupo~!” The acknowledgment, or rather the haste of it left Setro looking on with a pleasant surprise as Hurdy continued. “It would be weird not to. This forest is home to plenty of dangerous creatures, kupo~! Though not as duplicitous as the djinn, but still plenty frightening!” Admittance begets reassurance for some, and although it dissolved the surface level weariness, Setro had to confess, he sensed no malice from them, but he felt pity for them, a pity that they acknowledge their shortcomings so easily.[break][break]
In his heart Setro knew… these moogles were kind to a fault.
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“Your candour is appreciated,” Setro responds, “— although I cannot speak for Auron, I will admit that I am unfamiliar with moogles. Yours seem to be a quaint species, on that I will readily state.” The paladin wasn’t trying to lessen whatever transgression they might have invoked, but perhaps deter them from thinking it came from ill grounds. That, and Setro was indeed intrigued with this species.[break][break]
“Oh? Thank you, sir!” Hurdy gleefully responds, hobbling around with a spring to each lift of the wings. As she slowly veered back around, the glee remained plastered as she followed up with, “Not too long now, kupo~! We’re almost there.”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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With neither the means of traversing the forest unimpeded, both warriors, reluctant as they were of further deceptions, accepted the terms offered to them. Their options were slim. But unless these creatures were beyond their ken of comprehension in terms of power, they appeared more lively, relieved even. Setro would cast a pox upon the menial woes, otherwise all of Zephon would be met with paranoia. Nevertheless, the paladin offered a nod and hum to Auron’s words before looking back to the two pygmy creatures and calmly replying, “Very well.”[break][break]
“Wonderful!” replied one of the Moogles. “Please watch your step, kupo~!” The slow veer and flap of their wings was peculiar, to say the least. With both Auron and Setro in tow, they followed the seemingly pacifistic creatures deeper into the forest. Each step was welcomed by a more sincere ambience. Was this the forest in its truth? Or perhaps the local fungi teasing them once more with apparitions. While the latter remained a stray thought, the paladin basked in the serenity currently provided to them— their own victory fanfare, if you will.[break][break]
Seconds began stretching out into minutes, so Setro humoured an idea he had. Though not out of distrust to these moogles, but rather a quiet assurance that they were indeed real and not of a malevolent nature. “Permit me to ask, but why was the Djinn set on terrorising your village?” Hallucinations or machinations born of treachery aren’t usually soaked with intricacies. If they speak truthfully, details will be the key factor.[break][break]
“Our village has lots of magical properties to it, kupo~!”[break] “Did it attack your village?”[break] “It tried, but it was outnumbered and ran away.”[break] “Hm, so it waited for any unsuspecting victim, moogle or otherwise.”[break] “That’s right, kupo~! We would’ve been squashed if we went alone. Or worse!”[break][break]
Contemplation vibrates against his throat with a quiet hum. They couldn’t risk hunting it down, nor risk attacking in numbers if it meant exposing the village to other potential threats. A fine line, to be sure. Waiting, it seems, was the only thing they could’ve done. “That would explain why it attacked us and not the chocobo.” Sparing a passing glance to Auron, Setro returned his gaze to the moogles as it appeared more had to be said.[break][break]
“That poor chocobo. It was so scared!”[break] “After we calmed it down, we both flew out here to help.”[break] “But by the time we got here, the fight was over, kupo~!”[break][break]
Valourous and benevolent in nature. It almost seemed too good to be true, and yet the warrior ne’er cast a suspicious glance on them. Pessimism is a terrible bed-fellow. But with news of the chocobo, Setro once again looked over to the warrior in red, relief casting itself upon a reassuring smile as he said, “At least we know what became of it.” Their survival was guaranteed thanks to their efforts, but life is something the paladin wholeheartedly valued. Defending the weak, helping the needy and all the job entails, he would rather weather the storm alone so others need not to. In a sense, he was glad the two warriors were the ones that encountered the djinn and not the chocobo.[break][break]
“Might I ask the names of our would-be rescuers?” Having looked back to the two moogles, he could hear a sound of delight brimming to the surface as the two seemed to have giggled over the grandiose prospects of heroism. “Hehehe! Of course, kupo~! I’m Hurdy, and this is my twin brother, Gurdy!” Gurdy merely responded by looking back and offering a small wave.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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Forged for battle and tempered by conflict, Setro’s previous setback did little to hamper the duo’s flawless synchronicity against the now morbidly wounded djinn. Though only recent acquaintances, the paladin valued Auron’s skills as if they knew each other for untold decades. A boon of gratefulness that he was here, for Setro could scarce imagine how things would’ve turned out otherwise. Besides, slaying fiends and cutting down evil where it stands just happened to be a speciality they were both proficient in. The djinn, however, rather than knowing better, found out the hard way.[break][break]
Its excruciating wails pervade their ears one last time as Auron dealt the fatal blow, its demise hastily catching up to it with the drawn out scream. Whatever words uttered were alien to them both. One could fathom it was cursing both warriors as if it feigned innocence. But the djinn knew better than to linger. As it reeled back from Auron’s revolt, Setro pulled his bloodied sword from the gaping maw of a wound, swinging it to the side to rid any dribbling remnants to the ground before coming to a staunch and upright position.[break][break]
Amidst the loud and ragged breathing provided by the djinn, Auron managed to cast a glance towards Setro, inquiring about his well being. In truth, he was still rattled by what he saw, what the djinn tormented him with. But whatever mercy would’ve compelled the paladin to put the beast down here and now had long since been forfeited. And it knew better than to try its luck against them.[break][break]
He took no comfort in it, but this creature had the intelligence to know better.
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“I am,” Setro replied, looking over to the guardian with an appreciative curl to his lips whilst adding, “— thanks to your efforts.”[break][break]
Again, they were intruded by the curtling sounds of anguish as the djinn finally succumbed to its wounds, choking on its own blood before slumping over in a crimson puddle. The fiend’s strength was betrayed by its slow wit. Otherwise this battle would have dragged on and undoubtedly left the two worse for wear. But for all the indignation he previously felt, the look in Setro’s eyes as he looked upon its lifeless frame heralds naught but pity. It threw away its life so recklessly. A needless death they were forced to administer. Whatever silence came after, came from some hope, however vain, that its soul would be humbled in the hereafter.[break][break]
That silence would soon be broken.[break]It seems to be a running theme by this point.
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“They did it! They slayed that awful creature, kupo~!”[break][break] “The Wanderwood can exist peacefully[break] again, now that the screaming is gone!”[break][break]
No doubt reflex and precaution ran stiff in both their spines, forcing the grip on their weapons to tighten. Was this another trick? It couldn’t be. The djinn laid lifeless before them! However, sparing a moment of thought, one noticed the tone didn’t perforate their ears. It was gentle in tone, light in pitch and welcoming in nature. Setro looked beyond the dead fiend and spotted two floating tufts of red fur that would be accompanied by small flying creatures, with white fur and a gentle air about them. Now they were within sight, the two spoke again.[break][break]
“Don’t be alarmed, kupo~! We come in peace.”[break][break] “We moogles live here in the Wanderwood,[break] but we couldn’t leave the village without[break] getting attacked by that pesky Djinn!”[break][break] “That’s right! But now that it’s no more, we invite you[break] to join us at our village as thanks, kupo~!”[break][break]
The wonder in Setro’s eyes was mired with the confusion of witnessing these creatures speak so eloquently. Without voicing that, however, he looked over to Auron and simply inquired, “I believe we take them on their offer, but keep our wits about us. What do you think, Auron?”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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The tremor of Auron’s voice and the impact of the blow caused the haze that hung over Setro’s eyes to become a mired blur, forcing him to blink and regain his focus. Yet when he did, the visceral image of Aria was no more. It had been nothing but a delusion of his mind— no, not his. The djinn took something dear to the warrior and lauded it over him as a bait he all but nearly fell for. Whatever shock and despair gripped Setro died out to a quiet anger. The time would come when he’d voice his lamentations and appreciation for Auron’s intervention, but right now, all that was is a cold glare devoid of mercy. A vengeful storm bursts from a calm man.[break][break]
Swift was the turn of Setro’s head as he watched Auron fend off the unsuspecting blow. Every decision, every action and reaction henceforth had to be carried with haste, lest their quarry escape to torment them some more, and the warrior will be damned if he lets the thought even enter the monster’s mind. But the window of opportunity was plentiful. Yes, the extended arm drawn from the portal was a hefty boon.[break][break]
Despite what would come next, Setro’s mind wanders, existing in an infinitesimal instance between one moment and the next. His thoughts return to Aria. Of course it would, but what transpired wasn’t what lingered. Setro recounts one of her anecdotes about the human body— a hefty price for always having the woman mend his wounds before the crystal’s calling. She spoke of how versatile a hand is and how utterly useless it becomes if struck correctly. But would this apply to the djinn? The warrior must confess that he didn’t care if it availed them or not, only that the attempt would wound the fiend.[break][break]
Rearranging his body in an adaptive stance, his toes curl into the earth beneath them and his hands grip aggressively onto both sword and shield. Even in his wrath, Setro’s movements limned a sublime grace as he leapt over Auron in a single bound. Upon his descent, he aimed his sword earthward, driving it into djinn’s bulky wrist. Teeth grit against the resistance of bone, muscle and nerves as he pushes the sword deeper.[break][break]
The scream returned once more, only… it was screaming in agony. Good.
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With the coalescing weight of his own body, as well as the force behind his counter, Setro would effectively pin the djinn’s bloodied hand into the ground. Their quick thinking meant the djinn had no choice but to engage— like a hyena desperately fighting against two lions. Every time the hand tries wrangling free of its torment, the warrior grunts and resists its attempt. Soon, however, in a desperate attempt, the fiend would abandon its foul manipulations and through the portal came a roaring djinn. “Now!” There was no elaborate order, but merely a mutual trust between both Setro and Auron’s intuition.[break][break]
From a quick glance, it would seem the warrior clad in azure intentionally made himself the target this time— stabbing a djinn’s hand would effectively do that, after all. But there was good in this decision. Pain and anger turned the djinn violent at him… meaning Auron and that hefty slab of a sword could move and attack freely and with little to no resistance.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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The screaming had stopped.[break] She’s fatally wounded.[break][break]
‘Aria…?’ Disbelief rattled his core, his eyes widened with shock and his mouth hung ajar from the inability to formulate anything cohesive. The white and blue of her liturgical raiment, profaned and smeared with her own blood. Auron’s words fell not on deaf ears, but this was different. Setro knew this woman. There’s no possible way the djinn could hold sway over his mind so intimately to portray this sordid tableau, yet every fibre of his being shouts at him— that is what fell on deaf ears. His heart sank into an unfathomable depth unbeknownst even to him as he witnessed someone dear to him debased to such butchery. Worse yet, he wasn’t there as her shield to stave off the unknown threats of Zephon. [break][break]
The screaming had stopped.[break] Where were you?
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A struggle between his instinct and the sight he was forced to endure left his shield-hand lift albeit with a slight stammer of hesitation. “Aria… I…” The worry smeared across the usually cool countenance like wildfire. For a moment, the upheaval of what might’ve come to pass drowned him. Cerulean hues flutter him back to the now and one thought urged itself through the cesspool of doubt and remorse— save her. “Just hold on, I’ll…” in the span of his words, Setro gripped his sword as a warm glow emanated from the blade. As a paladin, he was awarded with a myriad of basic white magic spells, namely cura. Armed with this, he would hope to discard the looming threat that hung over Aria.[break][break]
But then, she began to fall.[break][break]
“Aria!” Lightning possessed the soles of his feet and pushed him forward in hopes he would prevent the fall from worsening her injuries. Setro’s heart roared with trepidation and thumped firmly against his chest-plate. Alas, he wasn’t quick enough to stave off the fall. Luckily the white mage fell to her hands and knees, but her breathing grew erratic, laboured, even. Since the days of their youth, she was always a fighter, ever defiant against the powers that be. It was this quality that managed to sustain her thus far. The dread in the warrior’s eyes in knowing that it can only sustain her for so long. None of this would’ve happened if he was there. None of this would’ve happened if he got here sooner.[break][break]
The screaming had stopped.[break] You didn’t protect her.
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Heavy was the knee that sunk into the earth beneath them as Setro knelt beside Aria. The hum and glow of his sword were still vibrant, yet he was beset by his own failings. “Forgive me, Aria. I should have been here.” Somehow, the mage managed a small chuckle, as if to jest at his expense— a common exchange the two would have on their adventures. But in this moment, this slither of time between one moment and the next, it seemed as if the whole world drowned out into nothingness. It was just them two. Nothing mattered right now, save for her wellbeing. Auron, however, might have gleaned more than the paladin could, or rather, the wizened swordsman may have noticed something about Setro’s body he wasn’t aware of.[break][break]
Not once did Setro touch Aria. Even now, his body was vehemently struggling to stop him.[break][break]
Unaware of his surroundings, a miasmic vapour of magic hobbled behind Aria. It was the djinn. It thought itself nimble enough to harm the paladin and flee so that this game could meander on. From this portal, an arm ruptured forth, almost dwarfing Setro in size. Fattened digits curl and clench with a mighty fist as it ripped forward and attempted to strike at the warrior from the right. Though stout of body and formidable, an attack like this wouldn’t be so easily walked away from.[break][break]
But the djinn’s arrogance entranced him from the fact that the warrior of light wasn’t alone.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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Ah, alas, some much needed clarity had finally availed him. His armour bore a likeness to some back in her world. It was a peculiarity he would ponder upon later. For now, Setro would again be regaled by this young woman’s story. One oft believes that the ceaseless narrative belies vanity, but the warrior saw nary a hint of vain intent, but rather a young woman whose voice might’ve very well fallen on deaf ears. That is why he appeared content, even flashing a small smile when Oleg’s wisdom betrays his integrity. Besides, he wasn’t one for monologuing himself, so letting others fill the void became a mite game; he would listen, take note of anything worth noting and then reciprocate accordingly, and that time came when she finally beseeched his name.[break][break]
“Setro,” he replied, “— and I am indeed an Outsider, something I only recently learned from that merchant.” The moniker was fitting and yet served as a double-edged sword. On one end, it helps signify those beyond this realm of Zephon, whereas on the other end it will always stir an air of uncertainty because they are all transient guests. Setro pressed on and continued to elaborate.[break][break]
“Acquaintances, but I heard one of them is capable of alleviating your woes.” The warrior looked over to the yonder menagerie, trying to discern the merchant in question. “They seek abled bodies to protect their caravan westward through the marshlands. From what I have overheard, there is a ferry that can take them over the lake and into the region of Torensten.” Looking back at the young woman, he conveyed optimism through a reassuring smile and stout tone. “Rather than being compensated in gil, you could perhaps convince them to repair your goods.” Undoubtedly a stark win/lose scenario, as she would be bereft of payment in return for something of sentimental value being spared from degradation. In a way, Setro was keen on observing what would transpire. Would she forsake sentimentality for monetary gains? Or shall the heart prevail, even if it might come to her own detriment? Ah, not that he’s ever one to judge when it comes to the latter.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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“Then I shall draw its ire. Be ready.” In the same breath, cold steel scrapes against leather as Setro unsheathes his sword, with fingers coiling its handle in a tight and readied grip. With the twilight of his statement came a nod of assurance before the warrior turned and quickly paced himself a few steps ahead, well beyond Auron’s reach. If this creature were indeed a predator now turned prey, retreat would oft be aligned with self-preservation and often the alternative taken. But in some rare cases, the change of power or challenge of it might make whatever creature eluding them reveal itself, akin to a gorilla banging its chest in dominance. Which begs the question — how will Setro draw them out?[break][break]
To and fro do eyes sharpened with acuity and steeled by bravery dance, trying to find the pattern amidst the disarray of screeches. Auron was right, it was on the move, but its desperation left a trail, a pattern that Setro began to catch up on. With every piercing howl, the warrior projected a map in his mind; each bellow was close but not brazenly so. He’d estimate perhaps… the 3rd or 4th row of trees surrounding them was where it frequented.[break][break]
Could it be that the screeching doubled as a means to mask its movement amongst the trees? If that was the case, then it just meant Setro had to outpace it and anticipate where it may land next. Thankfully for patterns, once you memorise them, they’re shockingly easy to expose.[break][break]
Setro’s eyes shot to the left of them, his body stiffened and the grip of his shield tightened as he exclaimed, “There!” It was then that his plan went into motion. Reeling the hand that favoured his shield across his form, the warrior loosened it from his person and launched it to one of the trees at a devastating speed. What came next was a sound of both shock and impact as the creature in question broke from the silhouette of deception; a chameleon-like creature with Setro’s shield cratering into its neck — and all this transpired in the span of about three seconds.[break][break]
This should be the end of their distressing encounter… yet the coming moments only portend what’s to come. All their hypotheses fell flat within the seconds following the warrior of light’s gallant attempt to subdue their foe.[break][break]
No sooner than when the hit landed did the shield seem to whizz straight through their supposed adversary. Gritting his teeth, Setro’s shield spun back around and returned to his possession before he verbalised their ongoing malaise. “An illusion. Does it think us simple?” Reversing his gait, the blue garbed warrior backed up into Auron’s vicinity and quickly relayed their safest formation. “I fear the worst has yet befallen us, Auron. We must guard each other's backs.”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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“You needn’t apologise.” That’s about as far as his response got before another tangent blotted any attempt for a time, not until the meerkat gave a suggestive stomp to break her from the verbal trance. But when she had asked him to elaborate on a prior statement, Setro took the opportunity to say his piece before any inkling of further meandering were humoured by the woman. “It is not uncommon to find a mender of goods amongst the merchants that have tailored their skills to fix leather and steel alike— alternatively we can ask the merchants for more information.”[break][break]
As anticipated, the woman was lost within the thicket of words spouting forth, but this trail led to a path less walked, evident by the forlorn expression that required yet another intervention from her pet. Ever the stalwart agent against the tides, the warrior’s meerkat would bring her back, albeit through an extreme measure… jumping on Setro.[break][break]
It was an effective tactic, that much he’ll readily admit.
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The warrior's eyes widened at the successful leap and even when the woman tried retrieving her pet, it remained ever defiant on his helmet, with Setro not once looking away. After the brief stint, however, the meerkat would skitter its way down the warrior of light’s form and back onto its owner, who was plagued with a tinge of red across her sheepish countenance. With a bow and apology, one could only imagine the embarrassment, especially since they were in a public venue. Setro chuckled. It was quick and without offence. Shortly after, he lifted his hand with a dismissive gesture and said, “Think nothing of it. Your small friend here— Oleg? Is wise and worth heeding, even if he cannot speak.”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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The cerulean raiment that adorned him shifts in the direction of the bystander, and while the merchant appeared ruffled at the sudden intrusion, Setro was calm, stilled like a body of water once it settled. Though, during what appeared to be a crescendo of her curiosity, a small creature appeared from the confines of her armour. This little mammal observed the warrior and no sooner than when it sized him up did it signal for the woman’s attention to focus on him, or his armour, to be exact. Her eyes beamed with elation, and despite her inaccuracy of the armament that he dons, he would humour her nonetheless.[break][break]
But the moment his lips parted and a single strand of sound trickled from his throat, her attention darted back to the merchant, leaving Setro’s mouth ajar for a moment longer. Her span for attention ebbed like the tides, back and forth it danced, it would seem. But fate would ensnare another, for the merchant was rather gobsmacked by the word vomit that spouted forth that by the time he was going to respond, she had retreated and appeared to be mumbling to herself.[break][break]
Both warrior and merchant look to each other in silence, the latter of which gave Setro a look that could best be described as your turn. Still plastered with the vacant yet stoic expression, the warrior of light moved away from the counter and slowly walked towards the woman, noting her lamentation and the object of it — the leather of her attire appeared worn and weathered by use beyond its ken. By his own deduction, anything sharp enough would make the need for it be folly. And that’s when the man finally spoke. “I could not help but overhear your predicament. Perhaps there is a mender of leather in these parts who will help for the right price.” Altering his gait, the warrior shifted around until he was in front of her before adding, “Forgive my intrusion— I am Setro.”
