30 th Day of Fall, 513 AV
(12th Bell/ Midday)
(12th Bell/ Midday)
"Skurak!" His voice rung out. Startled, a laborer jumped to his feet and spun in the direction that the voice had come from. The male Myrian, who just finished his required years of service in the Army, was surprised to see the pale skinned mixed blood standing only a few feet away from him with callous, green eyes. The man wondered how the Caretaker would react to the full blooded Myrian male simply sitting down watching a tskanna bathe in a water basin. Quzon stepped in front of the smaller man and crouched with widened eyes. It was clear he was displeased at the laborer.
“You are here too work.” He spoke out brashly in their native tongue. “There is a stall that needs to be mucked out. If you wanted to do something else than you should have stayed in the army. Although, from what I can see you may be one who makes too much noise in the jungle. Heavy foot.” His insult spurred the Male Myrian to stand up with narrowed heated eyes.
They looked like they were about to fight when Quzon pointed a hand towards a stall. “Again. If you wanted to fight you should have stayed in the army. Now lets get to work.” He walked off abruptly towards a tskanna stall with the laborer begrudgingly following suit. Inside of the stall stood a large forty year old Tskanna bull. The ground of which was covered in the creatures droppings. As the two stood in front of the stall Quzon had since kept his steady gaze burnt into the younger Myrians skull. It was gaze that said 'What are you waiting for?'. It took a moment for the laborer to notice until he glanced in Quzon's direction. The man took the hint to go off and retrieve a shovel.
“You are here too work.” He spoke out brashly in their native tongue. “There is a stall that needs to be mucked out. If you wanted to do something else than you should have stayed in the army. Although, from what I can see you may be one who makes too much noise in the jungle. Heavy foot.” His insult spurred the Male Myrian to stand up with narrowed heated eyes.
They looked like they were about to fight when Quzon pointed a hand towards a stall. “Again. If you wanted to fight you should have stayed in the army. Now lets get to work.” He walked off abruptly towards a tskanna stall with the laborer begrudgingly following suit. Inside of the stall stood a large forty year old Tskanna bull. The ground of which was covered in the creatures droppings. As the two stood in front of the stall Quzon had since kept his steady gaze burnt into the younger Myrians skull. It was gaze that said 'What are you waiting for?'. It took a moment for the laborer to notice until he glanced in Quzon's direction. The man took the hint to go off and retrieve a shovel.
