[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Traveling with the caravan[/center]

[color=a2d39c]"Ah, kuv saib."[/color] Ntaj said simply in responds to Cyneburg's answers. He could tell this group would be interesting. They've barely traveled a few days and already they were attacked by orcs. Ntaj has no hesitation cutting down fellow orckin's; anyone who raises a weapon against him is his enemy, be they friend or family. Cyneburg also seemed quite interesting as an adventurer as well, though Ntaj had a bit of difficulty trying to pin down what type of fighter she is. She had an axe, but it wasn't a big battle axe you'd expect most orcs to carry. Hers was more humble, something you'd see from a human or elf forester. She wore hides but they were not padded and stitched like his own armor or that of the human fighter, serving more as clothing than armor. If she ahd fought monsters before, then she must have some combat training. Or perhaps magical talents?

[color=a2d39c]"Koj yog ib tug txiv neeb?"[/color] Ntaj asked abruptly. While Totem Warriors had their magics, Ntaj would hardly call himself a mage by any extension of the word. They had their mysticism and magic was involved in their training, but ultimately Ntaj was merely a warrior with an understanding of the natural world. He wasn't any more a mage or wizard than a well-traveled merc with magic weapons and equipment. So seeing someone like Cyneburg so lightly armed and armored, Ntaj wanted to know what sort of tricks she knew to fight off men and monsters.

At the same time Honey had fallen asleep. Unbeknownst to Ntaj, Honey had actually just gotten into a fight with a small poisonous snake. In his savagery, the badger had gotten bit by the snake's venom. But like any good badger, Honey didn't care and proceeded to tear the snake's throat out, eat it, and then returned to Ntaj so he could be carried while he slept. The bite was small and the poison would pass eventually. The stillness of the badger may have been a bit unnerving, but Honey did trust Ntaj not to drop the bag somewhere that would hurt Honey.

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[color=a2d39c]"Ah, kuv saib."[/color]
"Ah, I see."

[color=a2d39c]"Koj yog ib tug txiv neeb?"[/color]
"Are you a shaman?"
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