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Demonesqu
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He heard her mutter and took it as a complaint. He kept looking forward ignoring her mistaken tantrum and plight. He zoned out the rustling and her slight fall. He watched the horizon and the birds fly in the air. He figured in a couple hours they would need to stop and rest... Moreso for her than himself and his mare. He also had to remember she was of the human Alliance and affiliation... There is no reason for sympathy, no matter of gender or melee quarreler. He felt the need to ask more questions... Understand his complicated enemy.
"What do you call yourself?" he asked for her name, tone almost mono but firm, hoping she could hear him without turning to face her. He didn't want to even want to bother looking at her... Giving off any tint of positive attention is out of the question for him. He knew how to talk to people neutrally, it was his job. Aggression was never his thing, being passive is a trait that is not meant for a warrior.
"What do you call yourself?" he asked for her name, tone almost mono but firm, hoping she could hear him without turning to face her. He didn't want to even want to bother looking at her... Giving off any tint of positive attention is out of the question for him. He knew how to talk to people neutrally, it was his job. Aggression was never his thing, being passive is a trait that is not meant for a warrior.