[ Luka is becoming quite familiar with the Isle of Bekko. It’s a good place to keep an eye on the bloody Confederacy and their comings and goings – the Miqo’te does not have enough coin on him to pay the pirates’ self-proclaimed “tithe” just to get across the swiving sea, so he’s resorted to camping out on the beastmen’s island while he thinks up a plan.
The kojin haven’t noticed him, or else they’re content to live and let live as long as Luka doesn’t bother them. Whatever it is, he’s grateful.
Two days into his little stakeout, the tide brings with it the form of a person, their dark garb spotted in the sand of the island’s main cove from Luka’s usual spot on a ridge. That’s closer to the kojin’s home than he likes to go, but he can’t well leave the poor bastard out there, can he? It takes him a bit to get down to the beach, but by the time he’s made the descent, the figure on the sand hasn’t moved. Cat-quiet (ha), he creeps closer, close enough to get a better look. Hyur, he’d guess, and the glint of steel in the sand certainly doesn’t escape his notice, which only serves to pique his curiosity.
He’s almost upon the stranger when he sits bolt-upright with a jerk, startling Luka so badly that he skitters backwards a few stumbling steps that see him falling arse-first onto the sand. No fault of the stranger’s – he seems disoriented, and Luka imagines he would be as well. ]
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The kojin haven’t noticed him, or else they’re content to live and let live as long as Luka doesn’t bother them. Whatever it is, he’s grateful.
Two days into his little stakeout, the tide brings with it the form of a person, their dark garb spotted in the sand of the island’s main cove from Luka’s usual spot on a ridge. That’s closer to the kojin’s home than he likes to go, but he can’t well leave the poor bastard out there, can he? It takes him a bit to get down to the beach, but by the time he’s made the descent, the figure on the sand hasn’t moved. Cat-quiet (ha), he creeps closer, close enough to get a better look. Hyur, he’d guess, and the glint of steel in the sand certainly doesn’t escape his notice, which only serves to pique his curiosity.
He’s almost upon the stranger when he sits bolt-upright with a jerk, startling Luka so badly that he skitters backwards a few stumbling steps that see him falling arse-first onto the sand. No fault of the stranger’s – he seems disoriented, and Luka imagines he would be as well. ]
Oi, you alright?