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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1399422" data-attributes="member: 98">Zykovian strode through the pens cautiously and alertly.  His muscles still rippled form his earlier exercises and he was confident in his abilities and actions . . . or at least that was what appeared on the surface.  Zykovian tilted his head to the side as though listening, though also discretely urging a rebellious lock of hair out of his eyes.  If someone else had prepared his hair today, Zykovian would have had them beaten . . . but he had prepared the intricate braid himself.Zykovian mused as he walked through the slave pens, ‘The game becomes tedious . . . Has Gardanax sent me because he respects my abilities, because he wants me out of the way, or because he is testing me?  Any of these scenarios could result in my death . . . though it is much less likely here than at home if I perform to the best of my abilities’Initially, Zykovian was disappointed in what he discovered . . . or didn’t discover.  At almost the point in which he was beginning to think that the was either nothing or something had gotten past him, Zykovian heard the tell-tale sounds.  His first reaction was to check if he himself was being observed.  *Zykovian stepped quietly and cautiously to the side and peered around to see if his actions were being observed.  He hadn’t looked before because there was no need – he hadn’t found anything worth risking a glance.**He watched the two gnomes with a hint of pride – remembering his happier times, training and learning of the martial skills.  He didn’t want to ruin the moment . . . he didn’t want to hurt them or question them . . . he supposed they had a right to live life the way they wished.  But to ignore them was to fail in his assigned task, and that failure could mean his life was forfeit – not that Zykovian was opposed to giving his life for a cause – he wouldn’t give it for no real reason.Confident in his abilities, Zykovian again adopted his stride and approached the two gnomes.  Smiling on the way, revealing teeth that were much sharper than one would have thought, Zykovian slid his emotions under his mask and said quietly to the gnomes, “I can’t say that I’m proud of you though, Raffie . . .”He waited for their reactions – reactions that would go a long in determining how he dealt with the small ones.**OOC: Spot +11</blockquote>

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