Kynier was still babbling some nonsense which the Akalak could only assume was a language he wasn't familiar with. But it didn't sound like a language. The words formed were far more reminiscent of a man who found the tongue in his mouth for the first time than anything even remotely similar to actual words. With each word Vel grew more cautious and less trusting.
As the man reached for his sword, Vel instantly assumed a battle stance with the sword at an angle, across his body. A defensive stance which he was all too familiar with. But seeing the man drop the weapon almost immediately, having trouble even gripping the handle, Vel guessed a fight wasn't what he was after and so the weapon was lowered. Akalak eyes watched him with suspicion, only confused further by his actions.
Was this really the same man of just a few chimes ago? An eloquent man. A man skilled enough to create drawings which Vel would struggle even conceiving of as his art skills equalled those of a man with no arms. Truly pitiful.
"What the shike are you doing!?" he cried in shock as he watched Kynier cut his own hands open. He almost wanted to reach out and stop the man who continued to babble but it seemed he had other ideas. If he had any sense Vel would have gotten out of there right then but it seemed the Akalak was far more foolish than any would think.
At last Kynier managed to choke out a few muddle words with a voice that sounded like talking underwater. Vel took a moment before answering. "The screams you mean? You heard them too I take it. It sounded like there were people here but I hadn't heard footsteps or any other voices since. Oh for the love of Akija, don't let this ship be haunted. "
Once again he leaned over Kynier's parchment, watching the red letters in blood form in wobbly writing. Vel hoped that the man had no more 'clever' ideas to play with his weapon but just incase he kept his own sword firmly grasped with the tip pointing towards the ground. "Do you think those screams had anything to do with that word? I couldn't make out anything but it swear... that word wasn't there before. Right? Did I miss it?"
As the man reached for his sword, Vel instantly assumed a battle stance with the sword at an angle, across his body. A defensive stance which he was all too familiar with. But seeing the man drop the weapon almost immediately, having trouble even gripping the handle, Vel guessed a fight wasn't what he was after and so the weapon was lowered. Akalak eyes watched him with suspicion, only confused further by his actions.
Was this really the same man of just a few chimes ago? An eloquent man. A man skilled enough to create drawings which Vel would struggle even conceiving of as his art skills equalled those of a man with no arms. Truly pitiful.
"What the shike are you doing!?" he cried in shock as he watched Kynier cut his own hands open. He almost wanted to reach out and stop the man who continued to babble but it seemed he had other ideas. If he had any sense Vel would have gotten out of there right then but it seemed the Akalak was far more foolish than any would think.
At last Kynier managed to choke out a few muddle words with a voice that sounded like talking underwater. Vel took a moment before answering. "The screams you mean? You heard them too I take it. It sounded like there were people here but I hadn't heard footsteps or any other voices since. Oh for the love of Akija, don't let this ship be haunted. "
Once again he leaned over Kynier's parchment, watching the red letters in blood form in wobbly writing. Vel hoped that the man had no more 'clever' ideas to play with his weapon but just incase he kept his own sword firmly grasped with the tip pointing towards the ground. "Do you think those screams had anything to do with that word? I couldn't make out anything but it swear... that word wasn't there before. Right? Did I miss it?"