~[color=00a651]Mo'Rahv VI[/color]~
~[color=007236]Campfire on the Mountain summit (Koraha)[/color]~

Gusts of wind would blow over the make-shift campsite, making the flames of the fire dance like the nobles of old. The crackling of the fire made the silence more bearable, a silence that Mo'Rahv had enough of. It's been days since the lone traveler had the company of man, and now that there was company, Mo'Rahv wasn't going to sit here and [i]not[/i] talk. He shifted in his gear, standing there and doing nothing makes the cloth on his armor stick to his skin, a feeling most uncomfortable. Mo'Rahv cleared his throat with a cough, ready to speak up to the other two. But, as he was about to speak, the old man bagan to talk.

He listened to the old mans words as he lets the aroma of his tea fill the air of the tent. Mo'Rahv was just outside the tent, but he could still smell the sweet scent of the tea as if he wasn't. It made his stomach growl, a feeling he ignored as he listened to the old man. Naturally, Mo'Rahv was skeptical of this man, his words were profound and, frankly, a bit odd. Mo'Rahv had came to Koraha on business, more or less, and he had no intentions of completing a greater motive. The words the old man spoke of seemed to be the fuel for a man who's superstitious, something Mo'Rahv wasn't. 

Mo'Rahv wasn't the kind of person to fly off the handle at every little thing, if something grined his gears he would think of the proper choice of words to combat it. But in this case, there wasn't anything to argue, but rather, something to question.

"And what exactly did 'you' start??" Mo'Rahv said in a deep voice, the tone seeming a bit condescending.