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Sir Kaltao
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"Na….talya." Leonidas mimicked her mouth to properly pronounce her name, nodding that he understood. When she produced the canteen and container, the man took off his plumed helmet and set it next to his shield. He accepted only the food, as he'd had his fill of fresh water. He seemed to not mind the smell and awful taste of the rations at all. He even gave a nod of approval and only ate half the portion offered. The Spartan life even tempered the stomach to digest such things with gratitude.
His hunger abated on the meager meal, the Spartan looked the woman over a little closer. Not a Greek or Persian, he was certain of that, but he could recognize the manner of a soldier in her. He remembered the sound that had brought him here, and mimicked it best he could while putting his hands out to indicate how loud it seemed to him.
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His hunger abated on the meager meal, the Spartan looked the woman over a little closer. Not a Greek or Persian, he was certain of that, but he could recognize the manner of a soldier in her. He remembered the sound that had brought him here, and mimicked it best he could while putting his hands out to indicate how loud it seemed to him.
@RedArmyShogun