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

Kythor leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms indifferently as he watched the presentation, initially keeping his focus on judging Dannika's attempt to persuade the chwinga to come with her. Much to his surprise, however, he soon found himself relaxing and his doubt seemed to fade as she explained her intentions. By the end of it, he was content enough to be back to sitting upright and resting his hands on the table before him. Dannika's intentions were good enough, it seemed, although to be honest Kythor still wasn't entire thrilled about the idea of 'improving the weather.' To him, the harsh weather was a testament to the hardiness of the people who could live here, doubly so for those who lived beyond the settlements that dotted the land. It strengthened the weak, and weeded out the truly weak... Most concerning to him, however, was the thought of everything he had learned, all of the skills he had picked up within these lands, atrophying under 'improved weather conditions.'

Still, he shoved all of that aside to give a tired smile to Dannika and the chwinga. [i][color=beige]"Well, looks like you two might get along alright after all,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, rolling around the small stone the chwinga had given him in the palm of his hand. There wasn't any sort of hidden meaning or subtle indicator that he was thinking otherwise in his voice - from the way the two had interacted, he genuinely felt like it was safe to go ahead and leave the chwinga in Dannika's care.