[ Does he not hear the sounds of an argument? Kahlil shoots Viktor an odd, uncertain look. The first voice is not one he recognizes. He had never spoken in person with the man is belongs to.
The second voice, though, sounds as if Viktor himself is throwing his own voice to speak. But his lips are not moving and there is a strange look on his face. Kahlil frowns to himself with a wary glance in the direction of the voices, then scoops up a rock - hurling it through the brush in the direction of the voices. It earns an angry squawking from within the feathery branches, and the flapping of wings again. ]
Go bring your samples back to the city, Viktor. [ He turns to look at him over his shoulder, sheathing his blade again. His face has shifted - on his own command this time. The scar across his mouth is visible, as well as the Prayerscar tattoos. ]
I will find the crystals.
[ They've not walked too deep into this place that he's too worried about Viktor making it back. ]
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The second voice, though, sounds as if Viktor himself is throwing his own voice to speak. But his lips are not moving and there is a strange look on his face. Kahlil frowns to himself with a wary glance in the direction of the voices, then scoops up a rock - hurling it through the brush in the direction of the voices. It earns an angry squawking from within the feathery branches, and the flapping of wings again. ]
Go bring your samples back to the city, Viktor. [ He turns to look at him over his shoulder, sheathing his blade again. His face has shifted - on his own command this time. The scar across his mouth is visible, as well as the Prayerscar tattoos. ]
I will find the crystals.
[ They've not walked too deep into this place that he's too worried about Viktor making it back. ]