A secret meeting

[Rustlan (Lion)]

A Secret Meeting

Rustlan listened carefully to the other ranger, nodding in understanding as he spoke, but he didn't respond. He didn't really want to respond either, but he wasn't going to let fear or sadness take over and distract him from what had to be done. His face became very hard and without expression, giving him a very mysterious air to him. He was going to watch and he was going to learn. If this was a part of finding important things out then he needed to know how to do it whether he liked it or not. He wondered why Desmond wouldn't show him how. But it didn't matter.

When Jakob moved toward the actual cells to look for the prisoners Rustlan followed. He wasn't afraid, nor was he unwilling to be mean. He just wasn't excited about it. As they approached the cell the man was in Rustlan peered in at him and looked him up and down. He looked the same as when he saw him last. Pitiful. He was sitting in a cross-legged position in the corner of the cell. He was so thin and he looked so weak. It was almost hard to believe that he was such a good fighter and Rustlan had a hard time taking him down. He wondered what his secret was. His eyes fell onto the man's hands which were a very dark color from living in the sun for so long and possibly traveling in the dirt for a long period of time.

When they opened the door this man looked up from his corner with a glare. It was a hostile glare. Filled with so much hatred. Rustlan couldn't understand. That was how he looked every time someone came into the door to give him food or to speak with him. There were a few times the guards would take the man to talk with him or interrogate him and the girl, but he was pretty sure that, because nothing much ever happened in his fief. Rustlan glanced at Jakob, almost wondering what his reaction would be. 

Character Name: Rustlan (Lion) | Tags: Jakob Klein

It is not 'strength' to try to take everything upon oneself.

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[Jakob Klein]

Jakob met the man's glare, his face unmoving. On a normal day he would have responded flippantly, but he was in professional mode, and tilted his torso forward, in the slightest of bows. "Peace be upon you." Jakob spoke the formal greeting of the Desert Province, and waited, giving the man a chance to reply with the traditional response, 'Upon you be peace'.

While he waited, Jakob observed the cell. what had the man been given in his short stay, and what had he done with it? The cell wasn't large, but the man had been across from the door with his face to the wall. He clearly was not interested in talking to his captors, which would make sense if he was attacked by a ranger after he'd already been away by several days. But if he held such rage for those who had captured him, what had he done to prepare for their return. His culture glorified suicide in the name of country, which made him very dangerous: a man who didn't care if he survived could do a lot of damage to someone not ready for him...

[Ginger]

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