Rybaer
First Post
The apparent leader of the small band, who also has the least aggressive demeanor, shows his teeth at the mention of Khajom's name. To most, this would come across as a threatening display, but Pyior had known Khajom long enough to recognize it as something more of a grin.
"Khajom, indeed," he says. "He is my sister's son. You count him as friend. Tell me what has come of him, then, since he departed our tribe. Speculation has made for interesting talk around the dinner fire on more than one occasion."
"And what's this of the Ebonring Keep falling?" another of the litorians says. "We had heard rumors, but know nothing of this new lord. Perhaps she will demonstrate wisdom and swear loyalty to the Trythium."
"Khajom, indeed," he says. "He is my sister's son. You count him as friend. Tell me what has come of him, then, since he departed our tribe. Speculation has made for interesting talk around the dinner fire on more than one occasion."
"And what's this of the Ebonring Keep falling?" another of the litorians says. "We had heard rumors, but know nothing of this new lord. Perhaps she will demonstrate wisdom and swear loyalty to the Trythium."