Snippet #2501506

7,002 BRT
"Ah, you must be the leader! I apologize for the dactyls, it's just a defensive maneuvour." As their spokesperson had finally arrived, along with a guard and three flying beasts with riders, he had been the first to speak. This seemingly didn't affect Te'Zhar in anyway, but Isidora was getting more-and-more excited, as a few beasts flew behind this man.

Te'Zhar only bothered to take a quick glance of the situation, before shaking his head and going back to his book. He spoke in a soft, quiet-ish voice, devoid of most emotion. "Flying creatures are for show..." He stated, before taking a brief pause to turn the page of his book. "Creatures would manage to take many lives, but with the number of soldiers present, you would also be dead." Looking around, one could see that the several men and women working on the wall didn't seem as preocupied with the beasts as they were with the individuals, as they had trust in their brethren managing large, wall mounted crossbows. "Point of defense is to avoid damage, not provoke damage after it has been done."

At this point, Isidora decided to give some insight on the situation. "Can I have one?" She said happily, and excitedly as she eyed the flying beasts, picturing herself as the rider of one, armed with a spear worthy of a knight!

Te'Zhar simply pat her on the head, as his glance was stolen by the man. "You said you wished to speak." Stated Te'Zhar, reminding him of the reason we was on the wall in the first place.