Urudal noted the pause Ilion had.  Had the offer of protection bothered him?   Urudal’s idea of truce might have meant something different than what Ilion was used to.  He had meant what he said about the protection and it wasn’t because he didn’t want his pay check eaten.   Urudal didn’t mind being alone, actually he was quite used to it, but he didn’t want to be alone on this planet.<br/><br/>Alone on his ship he could connect with someone on voice or even go somewhere if he wanted company, but here he would be with an unfamiliar ship and alone. So yeah, he wanted to make sure Ilion stayed alive.   Paycheck came second... or maybe third.<br/><br/>His gaze kept wandering over to how graceful Ilion was.  How beautiful his skin was and how soft his hair looked.  No. He reminded himself that Ilion seemed disgusted by the comment he made earlier.<br/><br/>His brows drew in when Ilion said he didn’t have people.  The brute knew when not to push things, so he kept on in silence until Ilion finally continued.  A half breed, that made sense.   “I think that is very interesting.  Unique.   Rare.   Must be hard.”<br/><br/>“Me?”  He thought a moment, then spoke in his native tongue, “Teskueruta.”  His accent was thick for a moment, but then he moved back into the common tongue most space going people shared.   “My people are Adirdri.  Great hunters.  Wild and free.   Many do not like ... like.. -” he made a face as he tried to think of the words. He was frustrated with the fact he couldn’t remember the word he wanted and it made he growl a little.  He picked a new one that worked as well,  “-Flight.  Much prefer forest.”