Whiron moves toward the skiff, periodically glancing back to make sure that the former enemies continue to keep their distance. “I do not think that the direction makes much of a difference, but I do not want to kill people because they are simple and cannot see us as someone other than an enemy.”
Whiron removes his hat and pulls back his hair before replacing it. He agrees with Jalakaag but is unsure how to proceed. It seems that these nomadic Ansylins do not speak the common language of the same name or perhaps they, he wonders. He lifts his hands ina universal gesture of peace. “We are simply looking for food. We have no intention to hurt you.”
Whiron sighs and frowns. “You have a valid point. What are we doing out here? I cannot even remember. So much for a change in venue. One more Tenday then we go back to see if we can make a difference.”