50th Spring, 511AV Icewatch Barracks Crunch. Rhuryc was not fond of the sound. His boots echoed his approach to the large, fortified building, dwarfing the lighter steps of the woman beside him. An odd pair if any, the man towered over the Kelvic, although that was similar with most - if not all - the locals, but it served as a maker that screamed foreigner. Not that either of them shared the common aspects of any Vantha. Nevertheless, it was good enough that one of them understood the language. Rhuryc had made it a point to announce himself in the Vanthan tongue where ever he went and, for the most part, his communication with the people had improved. His accent was discernible after some time of living among them, though he was still on the cusp of fluency. Fortunately, his size did a great deal of talking for him. When the pair reached the barracks Rhuryc made little fuss in their entrance. his pace was slow, unsure, but his back was straightened with confidence, this was the place where Stitch had mentioned he was staying. Hopefully. If not, well, Rhuryc was rather adept at dealing with embarrassment. His foot falls resounding against the stone floor as the two of them glided beneath the entrance. A cursory gaze flicked from one edge of the lobby to another, seeking - if haphazardly so - a source of which to ascertain directions. Mid day? The barracks was empty. Entirely so. A quick spin revealed less than a fly in the immediate vicinity. How strange. With a shrug in Larin's direction, Rhuryc stepped forward and went about poking his nose about, polite in his manner, yet curious in his gait. It was a rather warm day - for Avanthal, perhaps the lot of them were outside? Out a side door. How had they not heard the racket from outside? Rhuryc stepped from the barracks and laid his vision on the frantic antics of the Icewatch, various Dire Polar Bears and their Bondmates hard at work in the exterior yard. Training did not seem so silly. His mind must have been frazzled. For a moment he stood in stern concentration, examining the exercises of the various warriors in action. None of them caught his attention. Grumbling, he stepped forward and made his way through the lot of them, somehow missing any real attention of his own making. The sword at his side garnished a few looks but for the most part no one made any sort of move to stop their trek. Only when they came upon a strange, oddly dressed man among the masses did Rhuryc come to a stop. He waited, patiently, for a moment to interrupt, stepping forward once the man had ceased his movements. "Stitch." Rhuryc addressed him by name, arm raising into the air as a hail. "I have someone here you may wish to meet." |