- 28th of Summer, 513 AV -
"Despite the implications that traditionally accompany the mention of a matriarchal people, it would be dangerous to assume as much when encountering a Myrian. They are a savage race, known to feast on the flesh of their enemies."
Jabari had been at it for a few bells now. Though it had taken him awhile to maneuver the streets of Nyka and locate The Halls of the Robes, once inside things took a turn for the better. Apparently a bruise on the face gave you more standing in the City than a temporary visa ever could. What a strange culture. Not one to complain about silver linings acquired from back alley altercations, the Chaser of Dreams paid attention to the rules given on reading the books lining the aisles and confirmed his understanding. At the moment, an accounting of the known races of Mizahar rested on the youth's lap while he sat in an out of the way corner of the library chosen to allow for some privacy.
The good news, or at least what Jabari tried to see as good news, was that the majority of the tomes he came across were written in the common tongue. The teenager suspected that a fluency in the language might prove helpful in his travels, and so he absorbed each new word that he could. Sometimes it took reading the sentences preceding and following the one which contained an unknown term to find understanding. Jabari forced himself to make a game of it, knowing that there was no sense in getting upset about things he couldn't change. Instead he tried to imagine the satisfaction that would follow a natural familiarity with the vernacular.
He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for. The realization of just how much information on the world outside Konti Isle had been kept from him confused Jabari. Just the other day, he had met Asra, a kind multi-armed Eypharian who ran the local Bath House and Spa. What other diversity was there to find among the inhabitants of these lands? It was a broad question at the heart of which lay Jabari's true concern...
What is Rayage?
