The Block. Site of great victory.
Lemak spurs his silver-grey high llama forward. Seeing the large bison and rider, he sits straighter, chest out, the impression of his size helped by the heavy scale armour over his torso and plate mail protection on his limbs. Both his lance and two handed dagger-axe are strapped to the sides of his animal, but within easy reach if necessary.
The mount seems to notice too, either taking its master's lead, or from the presence of other nomad beasts. Its neck straightens and its ears lay back. Lemak trusts in his high llama to gain a step on the other travelers toward the wigwam.
Mabwe:
As they come into earshot he rises to his hind legs and walks upright, his massive size now evident. He raises an open paw to the strangers "It is strange find lone wanderers from the great tribes converge on one place at the same time."
To the morokanth he throws his voice, "
This is the land of the Great Bull. Not so strange to see us make our way here." For emphasis, he nods towards the Block, with its camp of cultists at the base. "
Strange to see a sole healer travelling these lands though."
Norajia:
"Strange company perhaps, but not so strange as the dreams that lead me hither. My goddess desires peace with all and any, and I urge all and any to follow her lead. If it seems the gods wish to speak, our first task is to listen. Let us make our introductions when we find out if those who raised the wigwam can tell us more"
Turning to the saber rider, he says "
You are either very lucky or very foolish. Or both. And you talk of introductions, but make none yourself."