The feeling of the arakhs in his hands felt good. The smooth wooden pommels twirled effortlessly in his practiced fingers. Two a Dothraki growing up the arakh was the first thing taught to any boy after riding, it was an extension of a Dothraki, their arm reaching out from horse back to take the head of an enemy. Generally a Dothraki screamer carried only one, the large curved bade to awkward and cumbersome to dual wield effectively. Khal Jinn however was not a standard Dothraki warrior, his size and strength afforded him the ability to bring two arakhs to bear at once, turning him a living weapon, a storm of swords. He spun and hacked into the practice dummy, his blade cutting deep into the wood as the second arakh followed it's twin in quick succession. Such a series of strikes would have disemboweled a living opponent in seconds.
"Hello."
The voice came from behind him, small and nervous. Jinn took a breath from the exertion of the exercise and turned slowly, his face still dotted with Tyroshi blood.
"Um, nice blades, I've never seen you use them."
Jinn merely arched an eyebrow before sinking both blades deep into the wooden training dummy, holding them in place so he could turn and talk to the young Jack Dandy with free hands. He looked down at him and cocked his head as he spoke.
"Um....I don't know if you understand any of what I'm about to say, but my friend there, the pretty one speaking to the lady, He's a King, You're a King, and She's an Empress, he seems to think you can help all four of us escape?"
Khal Jinn rose his gaze from the boy to the man across the yard, seated across a table with Tenanye Ananse. He could see the way his body was leaned forward he was speaking in a hushed tone, should curious ears be listening in. Tennaye appeared to be listening intently to what he had to say. If this Jon Stark was really bold enough to attempt such thing, Khal Jinn could not help but be impressed and intrigued. He gaze, stoic as ever returned to Jack Dandy who stood before him. Jack was sweating, only partly from the heat and he kept wiping his hands on his pant legs. Khal Jinn grunted subtly before speaking.
"Khal..."
He said, his voice thick as mountain stone. Jack merely stared at him in confusion.
"Dothraki Khalasars don't have kings, they Khals. Kings sit on big chairs, a Khal needs only a horse."
Jack Dandy looked as if he was going to grow a second head the level of confusion and shock was so great. The sight earned a begrudging smirk from the big leader of the Dothraki Sea. He'd never spoken to anyone in the pits in the common tongue since his arrival. He'd only ever spoken in his native tongue but what was to come required too many words to leave up to interpretation.