[Hayame keeps track of the comings and goings near the outpost she's been stationed with a unit of one of Springstar's archery troops. This is the sort of work she's been trained for, that she's used to. Unlike the Oracles, full of unknown variables and magic, at least this she understands. Scouting, stockpiling, defending, hunting, fighting...
She is not good with names in Kenos. There are too many that sound absurdly foreign to her ears. But she is good with faces...
And this face she has seen before. Not at the farms, not a worker in one of the nearby stalls... perhaps a "tourist". But who goes on tours to occupied territory? Who casually walks about to look at trees off the trails with no basket for gathering herbs or hatchet for wood? It is enough that she leaves her position... and the sound of hooves soft on dirt and leaves is audible just before a voice rings out from the brush.]
You, there. What business have you here?
[The figure is still half obscured by the shadow of the trees, but it is... large. And carrying something long and slim.]
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She is not good with names in Kenos. There are too many that sound absurdly foreign to her ears. But she is good with faces...
And this face she has seen before. Not at the farms, not a worker in one of the nearby stalls... perhaps a "tourist". But who goes on tours to occupied territory? Who casually walks about to look at trees off the trails with no basket for gathering herbs or hatchet for wood? It is enough that she leaves her position... and the sound of hooves soft on dirt and leaves is audible just before a voice rings out from the brush.]
You, there. What business have you here?
[The figure is still half obscured by the shadow of the trees, but it is... large. And carrying something long and slim.]