[b]Kat:[/b]

I stood off to the corner of the huddled group, half listening to the murmured translations Samedi croaked into my ear. Instead, I was focusing on the oncoming storm. Even though I barely spoke the language, it was obvious among the postures of the nearby soldiers that they were miserable, and preparing for a horrible storm. I would have to do something about this.

I stole a glance at the pale (but aren't they all here?) man with the horrible book in his satchel. My hands reflexively curled into a fist upon thinking about the danger that book represented to the Harmony, but I chose to stay my hand. When I had won the support of the rest of the group, I would be able to safely turn on the sickened man and that poison he so worshiped. 

Sighing, I shook my head. Taking a moment to confer with Samedi on the pronunciation, I shuffle stepped to Gyrid, tapping her on the shoulder, repressing my impulse to avoid looking away at her scars.

"Ah, Gyrid.. I am.. Knowing how to sneak ahead? I can go not seen by anyone. This is good, yes? Should I go?"

I winced internally at my fumbling with Glamhoth. I had been practicing with Samedi the night before, but trying to speak to the fierce woman made me stumble with my words. I only hoped that the other mainlanders here didn't think of me as a complete idiot. I couldn't have that if I were to be the only Purifier here to restore the Harmony. Seas, I missed home.