"... that's nice," Prometheus sighed, "You take me to a place where the locals will want to kill us. You always had weird tastes, Hades..."
But it did paint a rather intriguing picture, these Steppe inhabitants. If this was back in Amaurot times, Prometheus might've observed them over several generations out of sheer interest alone, maybe write up one of his papers about them... but of course, he couldn't do that now.
They eventually came across a small encampment, too small to be a tribe settlement. A hunting party, maybe? There were two horsemen with spears who trotted out to greet them, their clothes patterned with bright golden colours, and their mouths covered by cloth. While wary, they didn't seem hostile in the slightest, and they did not speak, instead doing pointed movements with their hands.
"Oh, sign language!" Prometheus crooned, "That's neat. Hello! Uh, hm, let's see... I know Xeroran sign language, I wonder if it'll translate properly..."
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But it did paint a rather intriguing picture, these Steppe inhabitants. If this was back in Amaurot times, Prometheus might've observed them over several generations out of sheer interest alone, maybe write up one of his papers about them... but of course, he couldn't do that now.
They eventually came across a small encampment, too small to be a tribe settlement. A hunting party, maybe? There were two horsemen with spears who trotted out to greet them, their clothes patterned with bright golden colours, and their mouths covered by cloth. While wary, they didn't seem hostile in the slightest, and they did not speak, instead doing pointed movements with their hands.
"Oh, sign language!" Prometheus crooned, "That's neat. Hello! Uh, hm, let's see... I know Xeroran sign language, I wonder if it'll translate properly..."