UkawadaXSynovia (After the Vrinnyspringer show.)

Ukawada watched as the two argued, as he imagined eveyone had, hearing Synovia as she walked away "Leh me join you sisser, may be more of dose dings around." he said already getting up from his spot.

Syn sighs, wishing for time alone, but she knows that it is most likely safer so she asks "Do you not require a full  nights rest in order to renew your powers?"

"I'm a good sleep walker sissa." he walks up, sdjusting his mask. "Afa you, you see bedda in da dark den me."

Syn chuckles, "I'll see better with the torch. You're welcome to join me if you wish."

Ukawada nods, following as her as the torch illuminates the darkness "So you and da skinny one had a good shou mach, like do bears, now I no gonna begin do say I know enough of eidar you do saying anythin, bu you look like you need someone dotalkto, and I good lisner."

Syvovia walks beside Ukawada in silence a few moments trying to decide what, if anything, to share with this stranger. Finally, she sighs, "As far as Vrinn is concerned, that outburst was most likely his own conscience talking. He has probably stolen more from his father than it would cost to rebuild the Kitten 5 times over. Unfortunately, I did not think of that until after I responded and my response was not as controlled as I would have liked. I guess this whole situation is getting to me. I am sorry that our argument disturbed you. I just thought I could help take his mind off whatever was bothering him so much. I seem to have failed at even that simple task." She continues to walk quietly listening to  the night for sounds that should not be there.

The air is cold and their breath appears in clouds in front of their faces. A few dozen yards away a flock of geese have nested for the night, a few glancing over at the torchlight, wondering if they should disturb their warm nesting spots. The sound of coyotes, or some other canine, like a fox bounce around  hills and cliffs as they rustle for easy prey before the deep heart of winter beets. The moon, Somal, is waxing and in a few days it go full in what is known as the "Black Moon" of the lunar year. It's scarred surface is bright white and illuminates the night like a distant paper lantern. 

Ukwada nods, listening to the sounds of the night "No worries sissa, if anythin all da shouin and yelling reminded me of home, makes me a bih homesick." he says sincerely.

"It is a peaceful night. It has been a while since I took a walk in the night air. So, tell me about your home and why you left."

"Da depends on which home, les sar wih Belkzen." as Ukawada begins to talk he stops walking, old memories flooding back "Is no place, bu feelings. da beaing of wardrums as you emerge from da caves of Kodar in dead nigh as you go kill whaever you find, man, orc, animal, no madda! All da do is smell of blood in da air as you drag back whaever you goh dead or alive back do da caves. Belkzen is harsh land sissa and da Deadeye even less so, and you do wha you do survive. I live wih em tenyear, before da Shriilirri-Quah come geh me and I live wih dem four year. Why I lef em is because of blood." he says, slapping his hefty arm "My Quah are ravelers and bes-masers, jus da way we are."

"I am familiar with a life of travel, I was a Gypsy for 14 years. Although my family was with me. I have found myself frighting the call of the raod lately."

"Ah Varisian huh, should have know by da name and clohs. wen wih a caravan few summers ago, good people, thinkde were a Sczarni clan, only reason dey didn seal from me is I had nohin besides sheep, and sheep harder do hide den coin."

Syn chuckles, "My clan was also Scarzani, however we were the black sheep of the family. We chose to make an honest living. We were entertainers."

The sounds of the night echo as the two talk, more heightened for the Half-Orc then his new friend "So sissa, if you die aking care of dis, wha you do abou you family? I roamer so my sissers and madda know I may never come back, bu wha abou you?"

Synovia thinks for a moment, "Ameiko, was an adventurer before running the Dragon, and Hemlock is well Hemlock, they know that this is dangerous and I may not survive it. Though my death would cause them grief. If you mean my clan, I am the last of them. Miro would hold himself responsible, and Vrinn would not really care one way or the other."

"No discoun Vrin, I no know him, I no know eida, bu I know thing and is we only yell ah people we care abou, de oders we ignore. I no thin anyone sneaking up on da camp tonigh sissa and we need our sleep for marrow." With that Ukawada begins walking back to the camp.

Syn nods and heads back.