Nysoth was really concerned. He normally doesn't get called. As usual, when someone is called to the chief it is of important concerns. What mattered more to him, the chief was his father. He wasn't sure what will the message be, and the way that the one that seek for him seems to be, it really is important. Once he reached into the tent, he knelt down before his dad whom was still in company of other elders. His father made sign that he would like to be in private and the elders quickly made their way out.
"Si confna ghent dout torir, opsola." Nysoth said, his eyes still trailing on the ground.
"Lleisgar, sia deevdru, ihk si tepoha bensvelk youwei ekess visp wux." His father replied as Nysoth quickly stood up, looking calmly to him. "Yth re zahae ekess waph voga whedab grapwol."
Nysoth tilted his head. "Svanoa ui batobot bensvelk, opsola? Ui coi ti hefoc svabol hesi tilabili visp udoka?" He remained calm even though what they had told was horrible. He saw his father coming down the throne he was on with a smile, walking up to him.
"Yth... Algbo, wux shilta pok coi. wer doraanari visp ve zahae asta jillepseic tairais ekess tairais." His father told to him, and then put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Wer gogetoi geou qe tonn, shar wux geou tafiaf drekimi batobot geou letoclo wux persvek dout geth."
Nysoth was quite shocked as only questions flew by his mind. "Svaust geou astahii qe? Svanoa mi si gethrisjir ekess pok mishun vi turalisj maxilowa? Svaklar jalla si tlush? Jalla si dronilnr creolna mrith ve?" He stopped questionning as he saw that his father was getting a bit impatient.
"Si tir ti vucot, vur wer doraanari noorot. Shio si shilta visp ui batobot wux geou fothisev ruhahe. De mobi, wux nishka qe sovesa." He smiled again, shaking his son's shoulder a bit. "Wux re ir di wer bensvelkilti arytiss si rinov ocuirtor. Wux jalla ti xihood zahae dout haurach lae coi ui ekess aso udoka, fronah. Zoti, sjek wux rigluin letoclo, wux shilta agantal boja ini. Si ornla hefoc ekess nymuer di dout visek. jaka, wux shilta gethrisj."
Nysoth remember that day like if it was yesterday. It happened some times in a dream. He could never forget the satisfaction he saw in his father's face that he will fulfill such task. Even if it was weeks ago, he was still confused about it. How he is suppose to know when he will be guided? He just didn't know at all.
Either way, it was another day from outside of his village. A day waking up in the only inn of somewhere else - Espor. He rose from the bed of the room that he rented. It was still early in the morning as he woke up, but he didn't feel the need to rest more. Nysoth walked outside of the room, taking the owner for letting him here - even though he still had to pay. He got outside and walked down to the river.
He took some of the water to clean his face. While he knew that there was places to clean, he didn't wanted to do his hold body. Besides, he liked the pureness of untouched water.He would then have heard some kind of voice ringing in his head. He would scratch his head, trying to chase them away because he thought their where bad thoughts. The dragonborn would then look around, seeing a small human in some kind of beautiful dress. He tilted his head a bit, but didn't thought about saying some thing.
"Si confna ghent dout torir, opsola." Nysoth said, his eyes still trailing on the ground.
"Lleisgar, sia deevdru, ihk si tepoha bensvelk youwei ekess visp wux." His father replied as Nysoth quickly stood up, looking calmly to him. "Yth re zahae ekess waph voga whedab grapwol."
Nysoth tilted his head. "Svanoa ui batobot bensvelk, opsola? Ui coi ti hefoc svabol hesi tilabili visp udoka?" He remained calm even though what they had told was horrible. He saw his father coming down the throne he was on with a smile, walking up to him.
"Yth... Algbo, wux shilta pok coi. wer doraanari visp ve zahae asta jillepseic tairais ekess tairais." His father told to him, and then put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Wer gogetoi geou qe tonn, shar wux geou tafiaf drekimi batobot geou letoclo wux persvek dout geth."
Nysoth was quite shocked as only questions flew by his mind. "Svaust geou astahii qe? Svanoa mi si gethrisjir ekess pok mishun vi turalisj maxilowa? Svaklar jalla si tlush? Jalla si dronilnr creolna mrith ve?" He stopped questionning as he saw that his father was getting a bit impatient.
"Si tir ti vucot, vur wer doraanari noorot. Shio si shilta visp ui batobot wux geou fothisev ruhahe. De mobi, wux nishka qe sovesa." He smiled again, shaking his son's shoulder a bit. "Wux re ir di wer bensvelkilti arytiss si rinov ocuirtor. Wux jalla ti xihood zahae dout haurach lae coi ui ekess aso udoka, fronah. Zoti, sjek wux rigluin letoclo, wux shilta agantal boja ini. Si ornla hefoc ekess nymuer di dout visek. jaka, wux shilta gethrisj."
Nysoth remember that day like if it was yesterday. It happened some times in a dream. He could never forget the satisfaction he saw in his father's face that he will fulfill such task. Even if it was weeks ago, he was still confused about it. How he is suppose to know when he will be guided? He just didn't know at all.
Either way, it was another day from outside of his village. A day waking up in the only inn of somewhere else - Espor. He rose from the bed of the room that he rented. It was still early in the morning as he woke up, but he didn't feel the need to rest more. Nysoth walked outside of the room, taking the owner for letting him here - even though he still had to pay. He got outside and walked down to the river.
He took some of the water to clean his face. While he knew that there was places to clean, he didn't wanted to do his hold body. Besides, he liked the pureness of untouched water.He would then have heard some kind of voice ringing in his head. He would scratch his head, trying to chase them away because he thought their where bad thoughts. The dragonborn would then look around, seeing a small human in some kind of beautiful dress. He tilted his head a bit, but didn't thought about saying some thing.