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[i][indent]"Hiding this armor would only be wise if I knew it would not be found. If I were in my homelands I would hide it without question, but up here? It is better to keep it worn and on hand rather than trusting that such a valuable treasure will not be found. The people of the village already hold wary eyes for me, and them seeing me without my armor could be more unwelcoming than they already are."[/indent][/i]
What she said rang true, he said those words partially to test if she knew the true nature of the Northerners. They are a superstitious, and even warier bunch than most. Then never fully trust anyone who is [i]not[/i] a Northerner. At this Ander pricked up a smile, [color=#F5DA81]"Indeed."[/color] he replied, shifting his stiff shoulders to crack them, [color=#F5DA81]"I have visited them a-many times and I can never fully wipe away the disdain and mistrust so I see what you mean."[/color]

[i][indent]"I am called Kiyanna. I hail from the southern lands as a mercenary after my home was razed by bandits."[/indent][/i]
Bandits... Those words stirred something inside Ander, for a brief second he looked bewildered but his expression was neutral in the next second. After shaking his head he made a mental note to remember her name. He had heard from his connections that the South seemed to suffer from bandit raids more than the North, so her words do have some foundation to them, even if she did lie, though he could tell that she didn't lie as her eyes faltered for a moment when she introduced herself.

[i][indent]"Yes. I am fishing. No luck thus far, since the stream seems to be naught but water. I followed some tracks here and I would dare challenge them as unnatural. They evaporated at the edge of this stream, and I've been trying to spear fish since. None have appeared that would be a respectable size for a meal and I wouldn't have the village people believe me to be over fishing the river if I caught several smaller fish."[/indent][/i]
Tracks... evaporating. It was indeed very peculiar, he could see why she was on edge. As he was taking in her words she snapped backwards, digging her her knees into the dirt and held a javelin upwards; ready to strike. He unintentionally drew his weapon at this sudden action but he held himself back somehow.

[i][indent]"I intend to keep traveling in this direction while I have light. If you wish to follow me, fine. But I am keeping everything I catch."[/indent][/i]
[color=#F5DA81]"A wise choice, it is much safer to be in company."[/color] he replied, drawing his sword back into the ornate scabbard. Before he could utter another word he felt something [i]feral[/i] watching him, He couldn't tell exactly where but he somehow knew. There were many situations like this in the past, and his gut was almost always right. He dug his heel into the dirt and used his agility and magic. Almost seeming as if he 'appeared' next to Kiyanna, if one's eyes could follow his movement then they were trained well. 

[i][color=#F5DA81]"Something's watching us, and I don't think it's human."[/color][/i]


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