[ Luka is drawing all sorts of strange conclusions about the man before him during the course of the conversation. The things he says are very strange, outlandish even, and they would sound insane coming from anyone else’s mouth, but there’s such steel in that gaze, such certainly in his tone that Luka can’t help but believe him, if only a little bit.
The sharp lines of concern and confusion in his own expression smooth out somewhat, and he has his mouth half open to… well, to say something, though whether it would have eased the tone remains undiscovered, because with sharp ears he catches the sound of footsteps from the cave opening in the cliff wall behind them. A pair of kojin emerge, armed, though their blades remain sheathed for the moment.
What is the meaning of this? demands the largest of the two. Luka isn’t sure if this is a patrol that just happened upon them, or guards deliberately sent to deal with them. Best to not start anything until he’s certain. ]
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The sharp lines of concern and confusion in his own expression smooth out somewhat, and he has his mouth half open to… well, to say something, though whether it would have eased the tone remains undiscovered, because with sharp ears he catches the sound of footsteps from the cave opening in the cliff wall behind them. A pair of kojin emerge, armed, though their blades remain sheathed for the moment.
What is the meaning of this? demands the largest of the two. Luka isn’t sure if this is a patrol that just happened upon them, or guards deliberately sent to deal with them. Best to not start anything until he’s certain. ]