[b][h2][centre]vashthishtra silent sands. “Vashra” [/centre][/h2][/b]

Vasha swayed slightly as someone ran in and the two shod caused all manner of something going on. A thief or was that a clan theft, or a stranger theft…because one of those was deeply against the scale folks code and a line considered traitorous to one's own clan and people. Enemies were fair game and a matter of honour to deprive them. 

She shifted to take in the arrivals, a man and a newly arrived winged one but hers were black and the others were white. The Morgador was far more quiet and even traveling he was not used to places being this busy. He tended to shun towns and such places for obvious reasons, scale folk were treated like beast folk and not all beast folk where treated well by so called civilised folks. 

“You. How we trust? Clan trust of is life.  Go dangerous place, mountains high and danger lurks. Success as Clan, or fail alone.” Vasha said he was a little blunt but Scale folk were very much tribal and they considered some things of utmost importance. Life and death relied on those about you. They were an odd breed but their word was their bond and would hold to it unless you broke it then they would actively work against you. Deal fairly. The scale folk were fair. Maybe a little simplistic…life was complicated but that boiled down their mindset when life and death. “I am Vashra, that is what other 2 shod call me.”

Vashra was harsh, maybe he was but he also wanted to live. He was not foolish and there was no coming home if someone left you when you needed them most. 

“What you know of this place, dark ones, a tomb, a … town, kill place,...fortress? Old ruins? May ruins, so many kinds of ruins.” Vashra asked as he turned his reptilian eyes about the group sipping his drink in a rather normal manner…he had that part down even if not understand all social graces. “Moutains cold or hot.. or both.?” He added, the Scale folk had been on adventures and knew planning would help save his life and others. He had coins to purchase if the merchant would take it..

“This ale is good…” He said casually deciding he liked his town's ale.