"Come in, Jeriq"
He walks inside my tent. As his eyes scans the empty tent, he slowly takes off his boots.
"What a comfy place you've got."
He says as he walks closer to my mat.
His spear hangs at the strap on the back of his uniform. He's already dressed in his red uniform. A foot soldier's uniform.
"Not exactly comfy, Jeriq."
He just gives me a soft smile as he walks toward me, and sits next to me on my mat.
"Hey. I never said you can sit, did I? Where are your manners, kid?"
He chuckles, holding his lips, "you know, you should really stop speaking that..," he waves his hand at my face in a rotating motion, "way. Like K."
"Ha! You're the second one to say this to me today."
He takes off his spear from his strap and drops it on the ground next to him. "Whoever said that.. may Hubolt bless his soul."
Oh?
"Now you're speaking like Laran."
