Azmere felt his strength wane while contemplating what to do with the dangerous woman. He felt a strong sense of duty to apprehend the fiend and return to the tent city with her half dead due to being drug behind a horse. On the other hand, his people desperately relied on hunters and trackers for survival even beyond the search for food. How beneficial could this be to his race? Certainly, the young man was split on this decision. He was spacing out and starting to forget his captive while in the midst of deliberation. To reassert her offer, the woman shifted her weight then cleared her throat. She clutched the broken hand. Her cloak was soaked with blood and her darker skin was a tinged with grey. Azmere turned his contrasting gaze upon her. He still had no decide but the set of his jaw might have told otherwise.
The woman leaned forward. “New trade.” She said with a rushed breath. “I give stars. You…see path. See no lie.” The last word was nearly inaudible because a lump had crept into her throat. Fortunately, Azmere had very good hearing. “See no lie. I go.” She nodded and smiled weakly. The Drykas was starting to think she may fall victim to her wounds before he would. He might be able to attain this new skill and still return her to face justice for her crime. He would have to be careful not to give his word and then break it. The man had no issue with receiving payment for returning a criminal to those she had wronged but not at the cost of his honor. It took several chimes for him to wrestle with this new proposition. The woman knew he was working things out in his mind and sat patiently. Azmere approached her with slow, steady steps. It probably was received as the walk of an executioner since the girl seemed to cower back on her haunches and the tremble in her eyes reflected her dread. The truth behind the slow march was he was still not feeling quite right. His wound had clotted but the pounding of blood against his skull was incessant.
Azmere twisted the club in his hand and used the flat of a talon to lift her chin so that she had to look at him. He had no idea how tired or angry he looked. He didn’t think about those types of things in general let alone during such a tense situation. Once he had her attention, he did his best to not feel bad for causing her lower lip to tremble. The warrior didn’t imagine someone who kills from the shadows ever dreamt of a glorious death in battle. She started to protest but Azmere held up his empty hand to silence her. “I no kill. You give stars.” His silencing hand shifted to a Pavi sign that was something between however and only. “I no see. You dead.” He gave a slight lift of the club causing a visual strain on the tendons in her neck. She nodded against the pressure twice to acknowledge her agreement of the terms. At the end of her second bow, there was a brief but clearly defined smirk. She buried her face down and away from the sharp objects protruding from lethal stick that busted her sword hand. Very softly she spoke about his weapon. “No club. Put down.” While her face was still facing down and out, her eyes peered back up at him. She was asking but Azmere wondered if it was worth it. “I give stars. How?” She maintained her submissive position and soft tone while giving her answer. “Peace. Stare. Both peace. Both stare.” She didn’t know how else to put it. Azmere seemed to comprehend the answer enough.
He studied her for a moment and nodded swiftly withdrawing the club back to his side. He looped it over his belt and motioned for her to stand. Struggling, she managed. It was hard considering that she was holding her hands before her but a strong hand on her arm certainly made the task more manageable. Azmere walked with small steps that didn’t cause his boots to leave the dirt. He used the shuffle to maintain a wide base making sure to never cross his feet. The woman was unsure as to what was happening but followed along with his shuffle. After several chimes, the painstakingly slow pace brought them next to the hefty strider. Azmere had been anticipating this and exploded in a flurry of movement. He released his hand from her tricep then went into his yvas bag and removed the rope. He turned and showed it to her. He was thankful he kept his stance wide because the rapid succession of actions made him dizzy. “No club. Tie hands.” He nodded and hoped his display of agility and forward thinking was enough to deter the assassin from trying to argue. She hesitated and then nodded extending her hands for him to bind.
The Drykas started with the hand that was busted and made sure to wrap high into her forearm muscle. He coiled the rope seven times before looping her left arm and pulling it down. He alternated four more loops by a figure eight before encircling both arms. The coils and loops were tight but not so much as to torture the girl. He knew the extra wrapping on her wounded arm would actually help stop the still flowing blood. Once he felt confident in the twisting and wrapping of her hands, he tied a knot that pulled against itself. It was similar to how he had made thorn rope when he was a kid but this was doubled just for extra measure. He released the short end and wound the remaining rope around his left arm before laying the end into a tightly sealed fist.
The woman leaned forward. “New trade.” She said with a rushed breath. “I give stars. You…see path. See no lie.” The last word was nearly inaudible because a lump had crept into her throat. Fortunately, Azmere had very good hearing. “See no lie. I go.” She nodded and smiled weakly. The Drykas was starting to think she may fall victim to her wounds before he would. He might be able to attain this new skill and still return her to face justice for her crime. He would have to be careful not to give his word and then break it. The man had no issue with receiving payment for returning a criminal to those she had wronged but not at the cost of his honor. It took several chimes for him to wrestle with this new proposition. The woman knew he was working things out in his mind and sat patiently. Azmere approached her with slow, steady steps. It probably was received as the walk of an executioner since the girl seemed to cower back on her haunches and the tremble in her eyes reflected her dread. The truth behind the slow march was he was still not feeling quite right. His wound had clotted but the pounding of blood against his skull was incessant.
Azmere twisted the club in his hand and used the flat of a talon to lift her chin so that she had to look at him. He had no idea how tired or angry he looked. He didn’t think about those types of things in general let alone during such a tense situation. Once he had her attention, he did his best to not feel bad for causing her lower lip to tremble. The warrior didn’t imagine someone who kills from the shadows ever dreamt of a glorious death in battle. She started to protest but Azmere held up his empty hand to silence her. “I no kill. You give stars.” His silencing hand shifted to a Pavi sign that was something between however and only. “I no see. You dead.” He gave a slight lift of the club causing a visual strain on the tendons in her neck. She nodded against the pressure twice to acknowledge her agreement of the terms. At the end of her second bow, there was a brief but clearly defined smirk. She buried her face down and away from the sharp objects protruding from lethal stick that busted her sword hand. Very softly she spoke about his weapon. “No club. Put down.” While her face was still facing down and out, her eyes peered back up at him. She was asking but Azmere wondered if it was worth it. “I give stars. How?” She maintained her submissive position and soft tone while giving her answer. “Peace. Stare. Both peace. Both stare.” She didn’t know how else to put it. Azmere seemed to comprehend the answer enough.
He studied her for a moment and nodded swiftly withdrawing the club back to his side. He looped it over his belt and motioned for her to stand. Struggling, she managed. It was hard considering that she was holding her hands before her but a strong hand on her arm certainly made the task more manageable. Azmere walked with small steps that didn’t cause his boots to leave the dirt. He used the shuffle to maintain a wide base making sure to never cross his feet. The woman was unsure as to what was happening but followed along with his shuffle. After several chimes, the painstakingly slow pace brought them next to the hefty strider. Azmere had been anticipating this and exploded in a flurry of movement. He released his hand from her tricep then went into his yvas bag and removed the rope. He turned and showed it to her. He was thankful he kept his stance wide because the rapid succession of actions made him dizzy. “No club. Tie hands.” He nodded and hoped his display of agility and forward thinking was enough to deter the assassin from trying to argue. She hesitated and then nodded extending her hands for him to bind.
The Drykas started with the hand that was busted and made sure to wrap high into her forearm muscle. He coiled the rope seven times before looping her left arm and pulling it down. He alternated four more loops by a figure eight before encircling both arms. The coils and loops were tight but not so much as to torture the girl. He knew the extra wrapping on her wounded arm would actually help stop the still flowing blood. Once he felt confident in the twisting and wrapping of her hands, he tied a knot that pulled against itself. It was similar to how he had made thorn rope when he was a kid but this was doubled just for extra measure. He released the short end and wound the remaining rope around his left arm before laying the end into a tightly sealed fist.
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