Initial hostilities aside, since it was reasonable that they would be hostile, this other group of eclectic natives were willing to work with theirs. The noblewoman, Naeve, was something called a Grey Warden. The authority with which she compelled the guards to let them pass reminds her of the more senior Jedi, like Master Windu, who needed neither the Force or threats to be respected. Her empathic ability lets her feel the hesitation of the guards as they look over their motley group. Being so used to a galaxy where beings of all shapes and colors went about their business, it had not occurred to Markha until this moment that her bright pink skin would be unique.
She hears Kaz, sees her brush off a minor annoyance with a shake and smile.
"I would say I could have too. But I feel my Force connection is still clouded." Markha says quietly to Kaz.
Pulling the hood of her robe wouldn't do much, but Markha does pull it up as they pass into this city named Orzammar. Walking by the beggars, Markha wishes she had something to offer. The Imperial credits she'd left on the Pathfinder were no good here, but if only she had grabbed some food for herself first that could be passed on to them. All the Zeltron could do for them as she walked by was a wave of her hands, and the beggars would for a time feel the elation of a full stomach.
In the next chamber of this stone city they find an argument. Tempers were high, and heighten quickly over the matter of a sovereign. It escalates so quickly in fact, it ends in bloodshed before anyone can stop it. Perhaps the others were hesitant, as she was, since they had already jumped into a situation they did not know well once today. The blood is not pleasant, but the Clone Wars had numbed her somewhat to blood and death. Markha still feels saddened by it, but does not visibly react.
Markha notices Kaz's reaction. The smell of fresh blood had to be wetting her appetite, but being cautious Kaz acts disgusted rather than hungry. She follows Kaz and Ami without hesitation, intending to come up next to Kaz and offer to feed her if she were hungry.
Two strangers just as out of place as their group get in her way, and for the life of her, Markha cannot figure out where they came from so suddenly. They bombard Kaz with questions and banter, but being so caught up in each other allows Markha to skirt around them to stand next to Kaz. The Jedi regards the two with cautious curiosity. Their accents are like those of the Coruscant elite.
"My girlfriend is quite alright, but thank you for your concern. If you would kindly point us to the nearest forge, that would be all the help we need." Markha says to the pair tersely. Her hands are not near her lightsabers, but they could be at the first sign of trouble from these two.
She hears Kaz, sees her brush off a minor annoyance with a shake and smile.
"I would say I could have too. But I feel my Force connection is still clouded." Markha says quietly to Kaz.
Pulling the hood of her robe wouldn't do much, but Markha does pull it up as they pass into this city named Orzammar. Walking by the beggars, Markha wishes she had something to offer. The Imperial credits she'd left on the Pathfinder were no good here, but if only she had grabbed some food for herself first that could be passed on to them. All the Zeltron could do for them as she walked by was a wave of her hands, and the beggars would for a time feel the elation of a full stomach.
In the next chamber of this stone city they find an argument. Tempers were high, and heighten quickly over the matter of a sovereign. It escalates so quickly in fact, it ends in bloodshed before anyone can stop it. Perhaps the others were hesitant, as she was, since they had already jumped into a situation they did not know well once today. The blood is not pleasant, but the Clone Wars had numbed her somewhat to blood and death. Markha still feels saddened by it, but does not visibly react.
Markha notices Kaz's reaction. The smell of fresh blood had to be wetting her appetite, but being cautious Kaz acts disgusted rather than hungry. She follows Kaz and Ami without hesitation, intending to come up next to Kaz and offer to feed her if she were hungry.
Two strangers just as out of place as their group get in her way, and for the life of her, Markha cannot figure out where they came from so suddenly. They bombard Kaz with questions and banter, but being so caught up in each other allows Markha to skirt around them to stand next to Kaz. The Jedi regards the two with cautious curiosity. Their accents are like those of the Coruscant elite.
"My girlfriend is quite alright, but thank you for your concern. If you would kindly point us to the nearest forge, that would be all the help we need." Markha says to the pair tersely. Her hands are not near her lightsabers, but they could be at the first sign of trouble from these two.