The situation for Kaizer was a lot better than before now that his wounds here tended, the man was covered with a blanket, and full of tea that was relaxing. A small yawn escaped his mouth which was covered by a hand and he listened to what was said. Amunet talked about her skills and where they were learned. In an area like this Kaizer imagined that most knowledge was passed down through family lines as there didn't seem to be any centers of formal education among the nomad tribes. When Amunet mentioned her mother it was obvious to see it wasn't a happy subject.
Paying attention he listened to what she had to say and noticed how mother was referred to in the past tense. It was fairly obvious from the choice of words and visible sadness that Amunet's mother was no longer among the living. It was also a fair assumption that the death may have been recent from how much it seemed to hurt talking about. For that reason Kaizer didn't press the matter. Instead he smiled a little when Amunet asked about being comfortable.
“I am still breathing, my wounds have been well tended, and I am covered by a blanket. Under the circumstances, yes, I am comfortable,” Kaizer said. As the wounds were checked he watched Amunet with considerable interest. The young woman was quite beautiful even without make-up so for a time he let her inspect everything that need to be. Trying to think of something to say wasn't easy because Kaizer had to think carefully so that his words made sense. He didn't think Amunet was stupid by any means, however there was a mild language barrier present. When she asked about Lhavit he smiled. The last distance reference didn't seen to make any sense so Kaizer thought of anther way to say it.
“Yes, Lhavit is one of he loveliest cities I've ever seen, but it's also very far away. It's taken me almost a year of travel just to get here,” Kaizer said. Amunet worked with the bandages some more and he decided to ask a few questions as well, just out of curiosity. “So tell me Amunet, why are you out here? This doesn't seem like a very safe place for a young woman.” As he thought about that another question came to mind as well.
“Know that I think about it, this place doesn't show many signs of local habitation, are you far from home as well?” Kaizer said.
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Paying attention he listened to what she had to say and noticed how mother was referred to in the past tense. It was fairly obvious from the choice of words and visible sadness that Amunet's mother was no longer among the living. It was also a fair assumption that the death may have been recent from how much it seemed to hurt talking about. For that reason Kaizer didn't press the matter. Instead he smiled a little when Amunet asked about being comfortable.
“I am still breathing, my wounds have been well tended, and I am covered by a blanket. Under the circumstances, yes, I am comfortable,” Kaizer said. As the wounds were checked he watched Amunet with considerable interest. The young woman was quite beautiful even without make-up so for a time he let her inspect everything that need to be. Trying to think of something to say wasn't easy because Kaizer had to think carefully so that his words made sense. He didn't think Amunet was stupid by any means, however there was a mild language barrier present. When she asked about Lhavit he smiled. The last distance reference didn't seen to make any sense so Kaizer thought of anther way to say it.
“Yes, Lhavit is one of he loveliest cities I've ever seen, but it's also very far away. It's taken me almost a year of travel just to get here,” Kaizer said. Amunet worked with the bandages some more and he decided to ask a few questions as well, just out of curiosity. “So tell me Amunet, why are you out here? This doesn't seem like a very safe place for a young woman.” As he thought about that another question came to mind as well.
“Know that I think about it, this place doesn't show many signs of local habitation, are you far from home as well?” Kaizer said.
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