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kio_fyre · #3 (**permalink**) 03-30-2008

[ooc: fear not, it was open ^^]

"What nature of guest?" Arlix quizzed of Kahler as though a child asking what manner of present they would be receiving. Of course, the tribe would never dream of trading living beings as presents, but a guest in Arlix's eyes; someone who didn't revel him like some untouchable deity was very much a present. That, and for a man who loved to peruse the unknown, guests were ripe informants. Him and his people knew so little beyond the walls of their sheltered culture and society, to talk to a stranger, or in any case; a guest, was absolutely a treat.

Kahler shrugged lightly as he tilted his head to look at Arlix, knowing the man was looking for entertainment out of the ordinary, as he always did. Kahler had no doubt Arlix would have wandered from the tribe long ago had he not been in so important a position. Above all to Arlix, and well, majority of the tribe, duty was paramount. Arlix was made a leader, and he was expected to lead no matter the consequences. There had been many instances in the past where he had had to make a hard decision between what was best for the people, and his own personal wants and desires. He knew the tribe would never begrudge him for any action he may take to further his own personal interest, but that was also why he would never be able to betray them for his own needs. They gave him everything he wanted anyways.

"I will have to leave that for you to decide. I never heard the circumstances upon their arrival. I was only sent to fetch your attention high chief." Kahler pointed out with a small incline of his head, causing Arlix to hold in a sigh. He hated when even his closest friend, or the closest friend he could afford treated him as the god everyone else saw him as. What would they do when they were again bitterly reminded that high chiefs were not immortal, and were merely human like them with his death? That wasn't a thought for the moment though. Right now, the important thing was the guest.

When it was obvious they were approaching, Arlix looked to the guest with intense interest in his eyes, though he quickly schooled that to impassiveness as the inescapable role of high chief returned to him.

The guards watching the intruder nodded in homage to Arlix and took a step back to allow their leader a further inspection of their quarry. He couldn't tell much beyond that the guest was humanoid, and after a close inspection, that they had been traveling. That or subject to a few difficult days and nights. He admired them for that much then; they had managed to pull through something arduous to end up like this on his doorstep. Curiously, he strode in a slow circle around the figure, eying them closely before settling before them. He reached forward then to grip the cowl and pull it away from the person's face so he could see who had been dragged into his home. His people's home. The place he protected and was obligated to serve with such an intense fealty.

His eyes made a study for a long moment before he allowed himself words, made directly to the figure before him. Normally, leaders wouldn't have addressed someone so... below them so directly, but Arlix hardly wanted to revel in the image of being pampered. "What happened to have you brought here in this manner?" He questioned in a tone that suggested his position for it was the tone of a man accustomed to being heard, and being obeyed. It was also rare for a leader to ask a question directly from the prisoner, guest, or intruder when he could easily have turned to one of the guards and asked for a report or something along those lines to discover the nature or intent of the person. Well, no one told high chiefs how to lead, only expected that they led.

"And once you're done explaining that, you could tell me what your reasons for being in this area are." As he spoke, it was obvious other people were becoming interested in what was holding their leader's attention. They began to group and flock, allowing themselves small, personal whispers and mumblings as they eyed up the stranger. Arlix didn't mind though. Just as long as they didn't intrude on this process.