[center][color=39b54a][center][h3]Mirik[/h3][/center][/color][/center]

Plenty of new people to meet at this village. So far they didn’t seem to react with violence, for Mirik this was a good start. The last thing he wanted was a fight even if that was why he was sent here in the first place. With his role in the tribe as war priest it was his decision of whether these people were friends or not.

The small gathering of people only seemed to grow, his predator like eyes scanning the faces of those near and far. Some watching, some whispering, most didn’t seem to know what they were looking at or how to respond. Still, a few that had a bit more composure seemed to step forward and speak.

The first to approach him and his human friend didn’t hold any fear or hate in her eyes. Her gaze was something he had seen before in the old warriors and hunters the scars on her face and even how she held herself told more stories then most could likely see. She did seem very friendly with Robb then turned to him and introduced herself. 

[color=39b54a]“Veeerrraaa borrrn vornn vorrrrrn felt”[/color] letting the words pour from his mouth, it was different then his friends. [color=39b54a]“Veeerra Frieeend?”[/color] 

Looking to her hand for a moment as she held it out, the gesture wasn’t familiar to him. Looking to Rob for some sort of guidance and not receiving any ques. The large Sarcogan reached out with his giant hand and simply poked the tips of her fingers with his. Bringing his fist to his chest he spoke again.

[color=39b54a]“Mirik, we Sarcogan. Mirik meeed leeeeder.”[/color] A small rustling in his pack turned his attention away from her for a moment before another strange human spoke up using words he did not recognize.

This human was strange, their skin was purple and their ears were pointed. They seemed friendly enough but it was still confusing to him. All these humans were strange. Mirik starred at this one for a few moments, again bobbing his head from side to side. [color=39b54a]“What hannnnd suum?”[/color] thinking aloud for a moment then turning back to Rob, [color=39b54a]“why humon puuuurple?”[/color]

His questions were again cut short with more shuffling in his bag and a soft Mewing sound coming from it. The large lizard seemed to perk up at this and smile, [color=39b54a]“oh, Vos so key Varkan, vos so key.”[/color] Speaking his native language he carefully sat down with his bag next to him. Wrapping his tail around in front of him he began to dig through the bag. Even sitting he was still at eye level with most of them.

It didn’t take him long to pull two large ovals wrapped in a thick moist leaf of some kind. Nothing about these looked remarkable other than the pink nose protruding from one end. Placing the two down in front of him and slowly unwrapping the small animals. They looked like small goats with obvious vines growing from the white and brown fur on their back and wrapping up around their neck, head, and horns. Small buds already beginning to grow. 

Mirik bent down and nuzzled the small creatures, they seemed to be sleeping. [color=39b54a]“Vos so key Varkannn Vos so keyyy.”[/color] Almost singing to them as they began to stir, yawning and continuing the mewing noise almost like that of a kitten. Once they were up and about, the duo climbed up onto the Sarcogan’s shoulders and head. Mirik did not seem bothered by this at all while he looked to the other humans and pointed to the goats, [color=39b54a]“Varkann.” [/color]