Trade City of Abarion
As Kavian and Asherah grasp hands, seeking comfort and deciding to put a surprising amount of trust in one another, Li Hua is preparing to flee...
Just as she begins to move, a figure pops out from a nearby alley, and all three pairs of eyes are drawn to him automatically.
A man in his mid-twenties. He's quite tall, but he just seems average because of his size. Broad-shouldered, with thick limbs and a large chest and stomach, every part of him is big. Right away, it's hard to tell if he's fat or muscular, or maybe both. He's just... large.
He has a foreign face, which Kavian recognizes as ethnically Nodavik. His expression is a kind and gentle one, and his posture is casual. Despite his size, he's clearly not a warrior. All three of the gathered individuals can tell this right away. Li Hua knows it by his untrained gait, Kavian by comparing the man to warriors he's seen before, and Asherah instinctually feels like he is a friendly person who doesn't like to fight.
Despite his apparent jolliness, Kavian still considers that he may be a hunter. He's not showing the movements of one, but many tribal folk hunt in groups where they don't need to stalk their prey independently.
He has medium-length shaggy hair, and a very thick beard. It's a deep brown hue, but the reddish color of copper when the light hits it. His eyes are brown, but have speckles of dark green.
His outfit is tribal. Handmade hides and furs strewn together. His hands are rough, he's clearly worked for a living.
The most striking thing perhaps is his smell. It is ... incredibly pleasant. A mixture of unfamiliar herbs and spices, makes the man feel like a walking cooking pot.
The man stops at a short distance from you all, clearly jolted out of his musings at the unexpected sight of three strangers staring at him.
As all your eyes meet....
KRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHAAAATHZAAAHHH
An inexplicable sound blasts through all of your minds. The pressure from before has exploded. It's not physically or mentally painful, but you all find yourselves grasping your heads as if in pain.
When your bleary eyes begin to focus....
Relief washes over you all. You feel liberated, as if before you had been in chains.
The pressure has completely vanished, only an echoing cry can be heard, it's voice indescribable and fading, and it's source omnipresent but also from nowhere at all.
The foreign man raises his head with a grunt and says, "Skalt urik torigmog... Azkag irg dik dasgrofa, haag! Sahagik... Krix bar kveftinmorg tek vassig, soryund. Megka tayen Sigismund, augh mettin"
The man clearly knows none of you understand his words, but he keeps talking with a smile anyway. At first he seemed surprised and pained, but he's already back to giving a smile and speaking in a rich, booming voice with a degree of softness.
It's utterly unclear what he's saying, but by reading his body language, one can tell most of his words were addressed to himself or to the group. The more muttered words may have been similar to Li Hua's expletives.
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