Xyma said to the man as she, Mona, and Zely watched the man put himself back into place, needing to take the moment to pause before trying again at moving.

  “I must find them; my people and daughter are out there needing me.” The barbarian has said.

  “Interesting that you can talk so understanding don’t you think you two.”

  Zely looks to change the subject a little into a different direction away from the one yet to be further discussed.

  “I can speak this way thanks to one of my kin teaching me the language to speak to those who can not understand our language.” The Barbarian answers the question.

  The three of them make no expression of a reaction to that answer from the man; Xyma smokes from her wooden pipe and blows out that same smoke, then speaks.

  “Well it does not matter much to us how you can speak it, but our leader did want you to be alive seeking to gain more knowledge from someone like you since it will not be hard to learn from a barbarian talking normally,” Xyma says.

  “Leader.” a single word came out of his mouth, and his eyes came to spot the male with the same ear as the three females. “It is him the one I encountered out there before my eyes went into darkness for slumber.”

  “Yes, he is our leader.”

  “Him? I do not mean to sound disrespectful, but he seems to look a bit younger in taking on the role.”

  “That is because he holds much more promise to be fit as our leader than any other that can call themselves that.”

  Mona says to the barbarian with the tone of one to be prideful in having such a person as their leader that the man seeks no desire in fighting against them as they have the right to choose who leads them.

  “Anyways, I would thank him if there was time to say such words, but as I have said before, they of my people have a need and….”

  “And you are going to do no such thing less, you wish not of your blood to be spilled within this hut.”

  Zely said in a threatening tone warning the human and at the same time looking forward to him trying something as she would love to take the life of a mortal.

  “I’m sorry, I will not be held here if I must fight…”

  “Then you are to lose my friend who has fallen by any of our hands here or someone outside who will not be scared to dirty their hands with your blood.”

  Xyma says to him, and how it came out did not give off the feeling towards one sounding cocky from the look of her eyes, there is truth. The barbarian understands his position is to not do much of a favor, and if acting rashly, then death is to come.

  “Very well seem, I have no power to do anything when the chances will put me into the ground. I do want to stay alive for them as there will be a chance to see my people again.” He said to be hopeful for such an opportunity.

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  “It is the right and smart move for any person to make in a situation like this.”

  “There was another who seemed to be the same version of a barbarian like yourself.”

  “Who do you speak about!.”

  The man came to be more excited when hearing this coming from Zely being news for Xyma and Mona for them to hear about. She senses there is a need for exploration, which is given by telling these three details of a much younger barbarian, one who has dark brown hair. Long-short at the neck sides with the same color of small bits of facial hair still growing to be a full-blown beard, and Eyes were full-blown green.

  His clothing was created out from the hide of animals as the back was covered, but the arm and front were exposed to show off a muscular body and the rest was normal hide pants covering the bottom.

  There was a weapon on him, a simple longbow and a quiver filled with a few arrows. It was already taken away, not left in that one hand when brought to this village at the time of the event when the group returned and helped Gonten, but found him in the arms of that person Zely described after going all out to fight with the Tail Ape.

  “That is to be Brad Lee, he is here in this village as me.” The barbarian asked not hiding the interest to meet with someone familiar to him.

  “Weirdly for one to have an understandable name uncommon from Barbarian one. Take it, there is a story behind it.”

  “A short one that is simple and common in such a world as this. He was a boy with his family traveling to lands close to where tribes like ours lived in a time of peaceful life. Sadly there were ones who were more than happy at raiding and pillaging nature for barbarians seeking that way of life. This came the day such a group came across Brad's family, killing the father and defiling the mother and sister while yet to give attention to the boy given a chance at escaping when all that chaos happened. It was about a few days later we came to find him when traveling near Brad was at death time from the lack of food for a small body needing, we took him in and raised him among our people from then on.” The barbarian told them.

  “How unfortunate for one so young to experience a troublesome event in his life as a child.”

  Mona shares the familiar feeling of pain like how young she was at the time their kingdom was attacked. She came upon a witness to a human soldier slathering those of her kin. Luckily, thanks to her parents, Mona was able to get away with at least one of them out of the kingdom of Waxulia.

  “Do not say such a thing; we have lost far worse, not once, but twice because of humans. Should I share sympathy? No, that is a feeling I will never allow for humans to take too.” Zely meant that to heart, vowing to one day make them pay for it, and she isn’t alone. There are those holding onto the same promise in this village.

  “I… I have no right to tell you what you should feel towards another. I will not lie. There is to be that feeling of hate for what they have done to us, but I at least must have an understanding towards those who haven’t stained their hands off our people's blood as well.”

  “Barbarian, we have been talking for some time now and yet we have not respectfully told each other names.”

  Xyma took the point of the conversation into a much easier task in this hut, away from a topic not healthy or whether it was the right time for such.

  “That right, I haven’t come to know your names, mine is Khord.” The man gave his name now to be known to these three, and in time, the rest out there will know it too.

  “I’m Xyma, my daughter Mona, Zely, the cold one there and here, lying on this floor. As you already know, our leader is Gonten.”

  “It is a great encounter to meet such a kind as your only desire if this meeting took place at a more pleasing time instead of an unwell time we are going under.”

  It went a bit silent after Khord was done talking. Here is when Xyma was taking a hit off from her wooden pip that she felt best adding another one or two here in this hut.

  “Zely, this Brad Lee is right this moment with Gabriel being questioned is that correct,” Xyma asked Zely.

  “Yes, I was told to let him know when Gonten has awakened.”

  “Foolish to think one under my care will awaken on the same day, that boy's eyes won’t open for the remainder of the day. Most like the following after that.”

  Zely sits for a second there, but the next second moves heading out of this hut to go grab the man and bring him back here.

  “Am I and Brad are to be reunited Xyma.” Khord seems to be glad of that happening.

  “You will, but not with good intentions. It is just to learn as much from two barbarians, and at the time, me and Gabriel will take the place of sub-leaders to help with decisions towards what is to be about you and your people. It may sound cold to me, but the safety of our village is the top of the concern and it matters not if you are friendly with us this far. We will do whatever is needed for this reborn village not to share a fallen fate like the last.”

  Khord closed his and folded his arms, making a serious expression before the eyes opened again, looking at Xym, having an answer to give her.

  “Then our fate is in your hands; we have already lasted quite much, and all there is to be left is our lives.”

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  Gonten does not find himself alone looking at a mature, large, tall male were-tiger with long, orange straightened back length hair and a clean face that can also make this male look young at the same time.

  He was wearing full covering armor with each end of the shoulder the steel head of a tiger with Orange gems inside the eye socket.

  At the moment, Gonten said no words; he was more concerned about a sensible feeling in his gut of familiarity with this titan of a person.

  “This is your father you are seeing with your own eyes for the very first time.”

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