Subject: Re: The Beast Falls

Holn does not trust the dying thing, having seen too often what large predators were capable of when mortally wounded. The mana glows about him, he grips his mace warily.

He strains to see where the leader is going.

Subject: Re: The Beast Falls

Telwyn halts, taking in the scene. The big one with the axe must be the leader; he'll be the one to speak with. The men of the tribes near Armis were often a little anxious when approached by outsiders, but they were usually willing to parlay before attacking if approached with the proper respect. Hopefully these ones weren't too different.

Telwyn carefully and deliberately lowers his bow. He slowly places the arrow back in its quiver and slings his bow, then extends his arms out to his sides, palm open and facing the barbarian leader.

"I see you, warleader," he calls out in the barbarian language, hoping the dialect won't be too different. "We mean no harm or disrespect. We came to offer aid."

Subject: Re: The Beast Falls

Erk will say quietly from the rear, ?Buchek. If any are wounded, you can tell them that I am a healer. If it will help, and they will accept our aid.?

Subject: Re: The Beast Falls

Leaving Nauhata in the ground, Buchek stands. He will wait for the clan leader to aknowledge him before he speaks, however.