[ He retorts, though these is little pride to his voice. He might guard the king, but it was not the king he was loyal to. But he had dealt with assassin's before - and he had killed men who seemed more dangerous than this. The man approaches with no shardplate or blade, and whether it is because he feels he needs neither or because they were taken from him Kaladin cannot say. But he notes the grasping for a weapon not there, and can take the hint well enough. He is not the only one who has been displaced.
Syl, fortunately enough, thinks this a good time to float up, just past Kaladin's ear. She leans a little closer to him, almost conspirationally and manages to whisper,] He doesn't seem very friendly. I suppose he must have been rather unceremoniously have been shoved from the wrong side of the grave. You know, with the whole.. [ She makes a gesture to his whole face mask. She seems curious, if a little put off by it.] Un-dead thing he is working.
[ Kaladin hides the smile at her words, and shakes his head - the motion making Syl dart atop his head, her eyes never leaving the stranger. He doesn't lower his guard, but doesn't circle any closer either.]
But my title means little with no king's around. So unless you've come for my head instead, I feel we have very little to fight over.
[ Not that he had any intentions of trusting the man. But gaining what little information on this strange place would be unendingly helpful. ]
oh my god i. kaladin is so screwed
[ He retorts, though these is little pride to his voice. He might guard the king, but it was not the king he was loyal to. But he had dealt with assassin's before - and he had killed men who seemed more dangerous than this. The man approaches with no shardplate or blade, and whether it is because he feels he needs neither or because they were taken from him Kaladin cannot say. But he notes the grasping for a weapon not there, and can take the hint well enough. He is not the only one who has been displaced.
Syl, fortunately enough, thinks this a good time to float up, just past Kaladin's ear. She leans a little closer to him, almost conspirationally and manages to whisper,] He doesn't seem very friendly. I suppose he must have been rather unceremoniously have been shoved from the wrong side of the grave. You know, with the whole.. [ She makes a gesture to his whole face mask. She seems curious, if a little put off by it.] Un-dead thing he is working.
[ Kaladin hides the smile at her words, and shakes his head - the motion making Syl dart atop his head, her eyes never leaving the stranger. He doesn't lower his guard, but doesn't circle any closer either.]
But my title means little with no king's around. So unless you've come for my head instead, I feel we have very little to fight over.
[ Not that he had any intentions of trusting the man. But gaining what little information on this strange place would be unendingly helpful. ]