4 Fall 519 Crylon had learned among his time in human lands that not everything translated completely to common. Or, more in truth, translated to the concepts and things which the humans and others in these lands understood from their language. Concepts that to an Isur made no sense, and things that Isur understood which would confuse the locals. Heading into Zeltiva with a human, Crylon was considering such things. Back at the meeting he had taken an interest in a job Kelski had mentioned. A card with some basic details. A place in Zeltiva, a building, which belonged to a mage in the city. Something that in other cities would be a much larger detail he supposed, or one more hidden. Here though, in Zeltiva, it was just a fact. Like the materials of the building, or its size. He liked cats, collected door hinges, and oh yes he was a mage. Crylon shook his head to himself, causing his companion for the day to glance at him as they walked. "What? You see something?" Crylon simply shook his head, taking a moment to look at his compatriot. Compatriot, someone in common of the Meraki and their Demesne, the thought of which made Crylon smile again to himself. Sona simply shook her head, saying "petching Isur..." under her breath offhandedly to explain Crylon's oddness. She was a small female human, or at least small for a human. She was still taller than Crylon, with long hair braided down her back of a pale hue with highlighted bits of darker color. She wore a pale and somewhat oversized white shirt with the cuffs pinned down, some leather breeches which similarly seemed chosen for comfort and use in wear rather than fashion, and a one armed leather pack slung over one shoulder which held the woman's tools. Or at least that was as much as Crylon had gotten out of her as to what she was carrying. When Crylon had mentioned he was going to inspect the house she had volunteered, or more so insisted on coming. She had explained her talents to the Isur by simply saying she was "good with tools." Something which raised as many questions as answers. Their destination was a building of a dead mage, one who seemed to have secrets. And so his living relatives wanted someone to look into his abode to see if anything was to be found. Hidden holds of resources, a hidden lab, or other locations to be looked into for follow up searches. It was odd, Crylon felt, to once more have compatriots. Not since leaving Sultros, or the Kindgom of the Isur, had he felt he had such. Now though... Kelski and her comrades had welcomed him gladly into their new site and community with open arms. Valuing his skills, and what he could offer, a give and take of a fairness which did not seem overly common for humans in their lands. It was an odd feeling, one he had a hard time putting a finger on. Why had he taken the extra work, seen the card and wanted to do the job? As they neared the house Crylon realized why. He was grateful. No other reason really. He was grateful for what he had, and wanted to show it by actions. And so he had found something he could do, and set out to do it. Simple enough. WC: 568 |