Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171008014630

(S9/Hound) Tirush looks to the strangely dressed warrior, her eyes still full of humor.

"N'tcha, ärran. Forgive my companion, he forgets his manners when he is nervous." Her eyes dart to Marcus briefly. She tilts her head back as she evaluates the stranger. "Your spirit...it is green, like the spring grass...a brook in a forest from a distant land. Aan mu'ülhaan 'azï."

She steps closer, leaning in only slightly. She takes a deep draught of breath, her mouth open, then exhales, closing her eyes. She opens them.

"You and I, we are the same. Our lands we carry within us, our discipline is our weapon.  Your South is strong, like a mountain."

The stranger knows her words are bare and sincere.