Beaches of Kamsız Kıluu

Nurzat smiles, perhaps a little nervously, "Best you keep that to yourself, aye?" He reaches down to scoop up the ratperson to carry her, lifts her up, then begins to wade through the waves toward the dry lands ahead, "Folk here care much for the truthfulness of their words and honesty of their intentions. Whether you're here to stay in the end or are just seeking temporary lodging, I urge you to keep in their good graces." He sets her down on the warm, dry sand far from the shore. "At least here, you can dry." He looks up to see the same woman from the other boat before watching worriedly, "I'm afraid I've other concerns. I can't do much else—even now I worry if there will be any mercy waiting for me."

Nurzat steps away toward the woman and begins to talk with her in Tamilşic. She seems very worried and an argument of sorts seems to be breaking out, with the Nurzat appearing very apologetic, nodding throughout her concerned chiding. He returns to Romsca, speaking again in common, "I must go. Gods hoping that mercy lies beyond this threshold. I will present myself as the one at fault." Without another word, he steps back to the now empty boat and begins to row it back to the larger, rather imposing ship ahead. smiles, perhaps a little nervously, "Best you keep that to yourself, aye?" He reaches down to scoop up the ratperson to carry her, lifts her up, then begins to wade through the waves toward the dry lands ahead, "Folk here care much for the truthfulness of their words and honesty of their intentions. Whether you're here to stay in the end or are just seeking temporary lodging, I urge you to keep in their good graces." He sets her down on the warm, dry sand far from the shore. "At least here, you can dry." He looks up to see the same woman from the other boat before watching worriedly, "I'm afraid I've other concerns. I can't do much else—even now I worry if there will be any mercy waiting for me."

Nurzat steps away toward the woman and begins to talk with her in Tamilşic. She seems very worried and an argument of sorts seems to be breaking out, with the Nurzat appearing very apologetic, nodding throughout her concerned chiding. He returns to Romsca, speaking again in common, "I must go. Gods hoping that mercy lies beyond this threshold. I will present myself as the one at fault." Without another word, he steps back to the now empty boat and begins to row it back to the larger, rather imposing ship ahead.

Aidana strode ashore, cursing the choice of her footwear. The slight heels were not agreeing with the soil she was stepping into, something the long weeks on the sea had made her forget. Sighing annoyedly, she removed the footwear and carried them on her hand. She might be subject to a few looks but she did not care.

The oily, ragged, bestial thing was sprawled on the beach, chest heaving as it rested. Nobody seemed to have gone too close to it thankfully. Aidana let the onlookers give her way when she made her way near it, not too close but clearly standing prominently from the crowd.

She cleared her throat aggressively. Thinking Tamilşic would be a waste of time with this being, Aidana addressed the ratfolk in Common: “Greetings, gentle rat person. It seems you have made yourself comfortable in the land The Tamilse have claimed. May I suggest you move from here to a tent my men are preparing for you? There are things I would like you to answer.” She tried to keep a cool, even tone, but seeing this creature sprawled here without a care made her voice crack.

Aidana fliched a little when the creature got up. It required a bathing at the very least. "Aidana Kartal... Uruusunun Enesi, that is, the matriarch of my clan. I'm also the one in charge of taking stock of everything new and unexplained we might encounter here. Thus, I am here to make sure you're not, eh, carrying anything. So please, this way. Before it gets crowded. We can talk more once you're inside."


She motioned impatiently for Romsca to move with her. The sand was getting in her toes and it was irritating.

Nurzat rows the boat that he came in back to shore, disembarks, and drags it to shore. After he does, he tells the men and women working nearby, “Caution with this one. May no one lay a finger on this boat unless the Uruusunun Enesi Kartal, or the princes order it.” As the people acknowledge and get back to work, bringing supplies ashore and clearing ground further inland, Nurzat inhales and exhales deeply. He strides up behind Aidana and stops, with both heels and toes in line with one another, then he addresses her, bowing, “Uruusunun Enesi, I have done as you have ordered, and have directed the crews not to touch the boat. I am ready to follow any additional directions.”

Nurzat closes his eyes and bows silently to honor the order, but as he bowed, a perhaps a hint of unease hinted at the corners of his mouth. As he comes back up, whatever tension was held in his face he had resigned. Walking in even steps over the sandy ground, he approached Romsca, extending a hand, "Your blade, miss?"

Romsca glanced over and handed him the blade handle first. She looked at him with black eyes not revealing much, granted they typically never did. The rat seemed to be handling the blade very carefully however.