<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/d3/6b/e4d36bd0b51d54b20556f5ec74997243.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Xenyora Kytahn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15851579#msg15851579)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Monk<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Food Stalls, Ming Ming's Shop &amp; Smithy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiloh, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Fellow Path Walkers, Feyrun, Geb, Nozomi, Multiple NPC's</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Smiling down at Shiloh with a small nod of his head, he chuckled at how straightforward she was. Not because she was like that, but because <em>everyone</em> was like that. Pretty much everyone he'd ever met had never seen anyone as tall as him, even buff and brawny warriors from around the world. And honestly, he was the tallest person <em>he'd</em> ever seen as well so it made sense. "Yes. I hear that quite often," he told her with a playful grin. "You are quite tall as well. Maybe the tallest woman I've ever seen, but then against I have to look down at everyone so my judgement isn't always the best from looking at the tops of heads." All the questions in her head about his heritage could be answered by telling her he was from Naravan and was a Path Walker. <br/><br/>That would at the very least explain why he was a walking muscle factory, as even the most lithe and small of the Walkers trained religiously day in and day out to hone their bodies to perfection. "You are most welcome," he responded to Shiloh's thanks with yet another nod. It was second nature to him after growing up in and around the Path Walker temple where it was a greeting more favored than even handshakes or hugs as a show of both affection, acknowledgment,  and respect. He heard the commotion as well, but trusted that the guards whose job it was to police this event had things under control. <br/><br/>Surely the men and women who were supposed to keep them safe had comparable strength to those who could cause the most trouble? It was how they did things in Naravan and through most parts of Vajraana. No one wanted to deal with guards who could beat them silly just as easy as writing a fine. When she complimented Feyrun's bone structure, he smiled, showing off his fangs as he stood a bit taller, with his head held high, and the flame on his tail blooming larger and glowing brighter as it waggled behind him. "My bone structure <em>is</em> healthy. I'm even bigger than my father was when I was a pup." <br/><br/>The gray haired young woman looked at both of the Walkers before turning and walking away. It was painfully obvious that she wasn't really used to big crowds and people. Xen on the other hand found it strange when people weren't around. Whether at the temple, or around the markets, Naravan was always hustling and bustling as the trade hub and capital city of Vajraana. "She was strange. Nice...but <em>strange</em>," he said while looking down at Fey. <br/><br/>"You're not wrong, but anyone who compliments me is aces in my book." Leaving where the others had gathered, Xen and Fey spent the next few minutes going from food stall to food stall. After a quick conversation with the last vendor, Xen and Fey left with a tray filled with food and drinks that as they were free, the monk took full advantage to stuff as much as he could on the platter. He balanced the overfilled tray like a seasoned tavern worker, which was easy when you were head and shoulders above most others and could just hold it above their heads as you walked.<br/><br/> The pair found a small seating area that was surprisingly right outside the smithy, and after sitting down, Xen split their food up and placed the two tankards of ale on the ground next to Feyrun. It still to this day amazed him that the LeoWulf had a taste for spirits, but here they were. In the next few minutes, the two friends absolutely savaged the poor food and drink before them. If they had been opponents, the tournament would've already been won, as by the time they were finished, only bones remained, and some had been cracked open to get to the marrow inside. <br/><br/>Being as large as they were, the two still growing boys needed their nutrients and this much food wasn't usually on offer for free so they figured that there was no problem in taking advantage of Caerduja's hospitality. After cleaning up, Xen couldn't help but wonder what all was on offer in the blacksmith's shop, so he walked in with his head on a swivel...after ducking through the door of course. It wasn't hard to spot the massive gorilla creature in the store, and even harder to miss the tiny yet very vibrant little girl. A quick sweep of the shop also confirmed the quality of their work. "Clearly you are Masters to have made these pieces. I am honored to view your work," he said with a greeting that slammed his fist into his palm, then he bowed slightly. "I am Xenyora, and he is Feyrun." After his introduction, he recognized that familiar gray hair and pale skin. "Oh, hello again, shy but kind archer." He smiled and gave her a small nod of his head, then took another glance around the shop to see if he could find anything to fit his fancy and not break his purse.<br/><br/></span><br/>