A small smirk of satisfaction surfaced when Rovan noted his cunning, informing him of where he came. The Symenestra wasn't surprised at finding out the man hailed from Zeltiva, however he'd suspected that Rovan was indeed from Syliras at first. The question was asked in simple, habitual curiosity; never judge another by appearance, he'd learned long ago-- one never knows when they'll meet a shape-shifter. "The Grasslands would indeed be a long journey," and had Vizyous learned any form of self defense aside from clever words and clever bites, he would have taken advantage of the situation, "and had I any knowledge of a capable defender to aid you in this travel, I would direct you to them. A knight, once again, may be able to direct you to some transport or swordsmen." A clever smile lit Vizyous' face, "Could you guess from where I hail, man of Zeltiva?" His claws and canines were carefully held to draw less attention, "I enjoy games, Rovan, as most of my family do-- however, mine are much more playful than my kin, and while my blood may be obvious, where my heart calls home may not." |