RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace
Listening to Moira's word, Ulfur winced, on the outside this time. For a time he simply repeated what she had said, with increasing incredulity, at least until he remembered that it probably added little to his already tarnished reputation.
"Filthy?", he began, wondering whether the xenophobia was a townsfolk thing.
"Leader of the Resistance?", was next, hoping its members were not numerous or were at least less zealous.
"Didn't have a God?", he whispered, fearing what might come next.
"Goddess of Black Thrace?", hearing his own voice lose some of its bass resonance; an unkind soul might even say he squeaked.
His head shook and his frown reappeared as she continued, hearing of the tithe and martial law and bondage. He tried to relax the tightening grip on his hammer and axe, fury building. Behind him, he could feel the heat of the magma rising, perhaps not the best reminder of poor Kral's fate. That cooled his ire quickly enough, doused it with sadness.
Listening to the others, he saw thoughtfulness, consideration. He spoke, gravelly and calmly now, "Indeed, the leader type. Suffice to say if I had listened more before acting upon her earlier words, your companion might yet ... un-live? He will be remembered, this Kral, though he seemed a troubled man"
Approaching the others, he greeted them in the manner of the men of the valleys, a firm hand clasping each upon their shoulder, "Well met, Fowin of Arthos... Joachim of Lithatas... and, if I may, I will call you Umbra, man of Lethia?"
Gesturing to encompass all four of them, he spoke more bluntly, though he knew already that the responses he expected needed to be taken with a pinch of salt, "Are these interlopers still in the valley? Where have they taken my people? How did each of you come here, to Black Thrace? How did you travel between these realms, Moira? Tell me of the ... bondage ... facing your peoples? Of the ... evil .. Gods and Goddesses ruling over each of you?"