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




The scale folk remained quieter, he drew a few eyes in the mostly human and other establishment but no one tried to challenge him or force him out. Which was a least OK sign. His folk did not often find a warm.welcome in places like this, beats folk. They were treated like their other kins of various lines. The scale folks were pretty insular and stayed out of people's way, they traded fairly…for most part, and kept their word. This had earned them least trust if people were still somewhat cautious about them. Vashra.was used to this as he finished his pint rapidly and flagged down for another, by sheer muscle mass he was hardly affected. 

“You attract a strange clan” He said, not disapproving or against the idea or those around him, but a statement of fact. This was a strange fellowship wanting to adventure into the mountains. “Those mountains old. Old places, have old soul. Care we must take. Ruins vast, and far, some settled by scale folk…or less… nice things.” The Scale folk said but was not scared off by the potential adventure, such progress required risk, it was a risk to just leave the fortified villages of his people deep in the valleys and ruins of the lands. 

“many rumours. Little truth.” The scale folk said as he swayed gently on his reptilian form and thanked a barmaid taking a pint of a dark ale and passing over a coin. He was a beast folk but not a beast. 

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