[Not many shard-bearers dwell in Alenroux. It is a far more dangerous place to live than Springstar or Highstorm, and simply by spending time away from those base cities shardbearers Harmonized with either faction accrued Discord that needed then to be cleansed. It was not until recent days that the island had even grown all that friendly towards shard-bearers, either, having resented their presence as interference in the past.
But one does.
The woman this new arrival has mistaken for a monster, who looks at his sudden outburst and warning as one might look at a child that suddenly began stomping a foot and demanding candy. Admittedly, she is a bit over seven feet tall, so perhaps it is just the fact that she is looking down so sharply at him through one eye not covered by an eyepatch? Though the movement had made her hand move to what looks to be a short polearm shaft piece hanging from her belt, she... does not grab it once she realizes the thing yapping at her is...
A human man. (She'd think "young man", but... Boys became men at thirteen, and this one is decidedly older than that.)
The woman she had been speaking to... Also looks confused, glancing between her would-be hero and the centaur she had been speaking with, her voice frozen in her throat. The "monster", however... is not nearly as tongue-tied.]
Do you brook issue with my market purchases, boy, or something else?
[Apparently, knowing he was definitely an adult did not preclude her from using "boy" as an insult...]
crawls back from tokyo
But one does.
The woman this new arrival has mistaken for a monster, who looks at his sudden outburst and warning as one might look at a child that suddenly began stomping a foot and demanding candy. Admittedly, she is a bit over seven feet tall, so perhaps it is just the fact that she is looking down so sharply at him through one eye not covered by an eyepatch? Though the movement had made her hand move to what looks to be a short polearm shaft piece hanging from her belt, she... does not grab it once she realizes the thing yapping at her is...
A human man. (She'd think "young man", but... Boys became men at thirteen, and this one is decidedly older than that.)
The woman she had been speaking to... Also looks confused, glancing between her would-be hero and the centaur she had been speaking with, her voice frozen in her throat. The "monster", however... is not nearly as tongue-tied.]
Do you brook issue with my market purchases, boy, or something else?
[Apparently, knowing he was definitely an adult did not preclude her from using "boy" as an insult...]