[h1][color=beige][center]Kythor[/center][/color][/h1]

The tiefling quietly sipped from his mead as he listened to the two. It seemed that the half-elf Kendra had been sent northward by her mentor, while Jitter had come up this way to fish. Judging by the sudden change of disposition on the halfling's part, Kythor presumed there was more to it than just a leisurely pastime. He didn't plan on prying for the time being, however; he asked the two why they had come up here, and they had answered just that. No need for the small details. [i][color=beige]"Interesting,"[/color][/i] Kythor remarked with a nod. [i][color=beige]"So, you've come here to prove something to your mentor, and you've come here for a bit of fishin'. Why am I here?"[/color][/i] The tiefling interrupted himself with a grim chuckle. [i][color=beige]"Well, I didn't exactly make the choice to come here. I was born here - I belong to the Greyspear Tribe. We've lived off the land for many years now. I know these lands like the back of my hand, but that's just about all I know. Not that I imagine there's much that I would want to learn down in the warmer lands,"[/color][/i] Kythor added, a twinge of bitterness to his voice. [i][color=beige]"My elders spoke of softer lands and softer people, indulging themselves in luxuries while they shooed the poor and undesirables away. I suppose I can't be too mad at them, however. I bet if we'd been welcomed within their walls we'd be just like them..."[/color][/i]

He trailed off as the half-elf approached and stayed silent as he listened to both her request and Jitter's declaration. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the half-elf, mulling over the request she'd made. Memories of the past came flooding back to him as he leaned back and reminisced about his father's teachings. Chwingas were unusual little creatures that Kythor had never really interacted with, beyond catching a glimpse of one on occasion. Much of his knowledge came from his father, whose words echoed in his mind. His father had told him that they were timid little creatures with doll-like appearances. He said that they had a keen interest in humanoids, as he recalled many times he was able to catch a glimpse of one before it ducked out of view. For those they favored, they left boons, either in the form of assistance or in physical gifts.

Once both parties had stopped talking, he cleared his throat and rejoined the conversation at hand. [i][color=beige]"No, Jitter,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, shaking his head - the humor went right over his head. [i][color=beige]"A chwinga is a small forest spirit. They're shy little sprites, not quite the easiest to catch. More importantly, however, I imagine capturing one would be a much less daunting task than trying to hunt a verbeeg."[/color][/i] He turned his head to look up to the half-elf researcher. [i][color=beige]"You said you'd be interested in havin' one for weather research?"[/color][/i] He asked. [i][color=beige]"Might I ask as to what you plan on doing with it if we were to deliver one to you?"[/color][/i] Kythor wasn't too keen on handing one over to this woman if she wanted it for malicious purposes. At the same time, 25 gold was a lot to say no to for Kythor. If it turned out she had evil intent, someone else could play hero. For now, he just needed to survive.