Zay glared at the small creatures with a hint of doubt, but their surroundings seemed to be fairly calm. "I think we'll be fine," He responded, swatting a few of the creatures away from him as they tried to land on his head. "Can't say I'm a fan of these things though."

	Caravan Centaurus continued down their path without any delay, powering through the harmless swarm of dragonflies that continued to gather around them. Zay glared at one of the bugs on the railing, and it seemed to glare back. The captain couldn't help a smile. Most of the creatures in Thoris were intent on harming humanoids, regardless of how small they were. But there was something alluring about the little guys. They didn't look like they could hurt [i]anything.[/i]

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Smor'Gen'Blok - The Low Kul Hearth Site[/center]

	Ju'Kul turned from the forge and clapped his hands free of soot. Even beside his brothers and sisters, the man was a specimen among Lok'Sha. He was a massive collection of muscle. Nearly ten feet tall and wound tightly in a ridiculously thick layer of skin that shared its ashen hue with charred rocks. From the base of his neck, to the corner of his left shoulder, a row of rivets in his flesh marked where he had allegedly been assailed by the terrifying beasts of the wilds. Above, his skin looked almost [i]seared[/i], scarred in such a way that simply wouldn't heal. It was uncommon for Lok'Sha to be scarred, but not unheard of. Even the might mountain people with skin of stone were not capable of hiding scars that marked near [i]lethal[/i] injuries on such a large scale. Ju'Kul wore it as a badge of honor, as did many other men and women in Smor'Gen'Blok. To survive an injury the brings one close to the precipice of death was nothing to look down upon. Not all Lok'Sha thought like that though. For one, a scar brought honor. To another, it meant only shame.

	"Bruddah!" He roared, clapping Za'Kul's right shoulder with a heavy smack of his free hand, "Good to see! Morning brings too much stress, too much weight." Ju'Kul motioned past the chief's son towards the other side of the Low Kul Cavern. He turned back to his workstation for a moment and hefted a backpack over his shoulder. It was jagged and lumpy, likely full of some type of ore or stone, but Ju'Kul didn't say a word. "Come, we walk. Business today with the [b]Wor[/b]."

	Ju'Kul's workstations, one of the larger forges that many used with his permission, sat right between two tunnels that lead away from the hearth stone. Many Lok'Sha from other tribes would use those tunnels frequently once the afternoon rolled by. But for a man to pass by this early in the morning was unheard of.

	Which is why Ju'Kul almost tripped over his own feet when he was met with a woman skirting between him and Za'Kul, moving from one tunnel to another. Ju'Kull staggered back and glared at the girl. She didn't apologize. Apologies were rarer than [i]diamonds[/i] in Smor'Gen'Blok. Instead, she glared back at Ju'Kul angrily and hid something within the bundle of clothes that she carried. 

	"Early for travel," Ju'Kul murmured, shrugging off the woman's temperament.