As infused plodded along, at his side another figure walked, less focused and more intent on the world around him, the sight of this person was more unusual than his companion. While warforged weren't common, Tortle's were rare, and this far inland even moreso, but even then he was unique.
Standing a little under 6 feet tall, his skin was a leathery green, with dark green patches , his shell a dark brown with sharp ridges on the edges. On his shell, several symbols were painted or etched in vibrant Blue, white or purple, giving them an almost glowing quality. His head was almost square like, with darker green on the top.
His clothing was simple and more for simplicity than any function, dark linen breeches that were a mixture of shorts and pants simple brown and orange robe-like vest that was sleeveless and leather bracers. On his belt were several pouches, as well as a simple dagger, while in his hand, he held a dark oak staff that had many small symbols on it.
Gar had never spent so much time with a warforged, and his time was well worth it. Infused, though smart and logical, also held qualities of other races...curiosity, impatience and a sense of duty, though his lack of self motivation made him more curious.
As they walked, the tortle smiled, treating this as more a stroll than a purposeful walk. He never understood people's rush with time, and so when he set out with Infused, the usual week long journey had now gone into 10 days.
He heard his friend speak and looked at him, a pause before he spoke as he thought. Much like his life, his way of thinking was slower and more measured than most.
"Gravity is something you will always lose, my friend....it is a constant, like time. But as for your problem, we can adjust the tying so it sits deeper, or wait until we find something more suitable Perhaps if we seperate it and tie a stick or branch to each part, seperating them, then it will be like a quiver but higher up a balancing brace."
The tortle smiled, shrugging as he plodded along at his place.
"...or you can wait until we reach where we are going and we can buy one. I'm sure at this pace it couldn't be more than, what - five more days?" The tortle smiled at himself, knowing full well at this pace they would be a day or two
.....but he wouldn't deny himself some fun.
He looked at the warforged as he paused for a second, something he had seen, and again mused at the slight reaction. Looking at him, he smiled.
"Come, my friend....it isn't far now."