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kio_fyre · #7 (**permalink**) 04-04-2008

Arlix smiled invitingly once he realized that the figure was taking the invitation. And then the mention of hounds... he hid his wonder well though he could not help but eye the guest curiously. So something, or perhaps someone was after him. Which was all very well. His people were quite... reclusive from any outside world and in a sense, as mentioned by the sentient voice; not that Arlix knew of its existence they were simple in a form.

If that meant little to no contact with the outside world, than they were definitely simple folk. The fact that they raised mortals like a god above them... well, not only simple folk did that. In a more 'advanced' world, Arlix could possibly have been viewed as a king. Something untouchable and worshiped by many. Or at least, that was what the role was supposed to mean a lot of the time.

Arlix led the figure, assuming they followed, to a domed tent made of overlapping layers of hide and such, all cured and tanned though remaining of a rough quality. As to why, well that could be explained in two ways; either they were cured in such a fashion to be tough because they were meant to suffer exposure. Or perhaps the exposure to the atmosphere itself had caused the hides to warp to fit to the abode. Though seemingly made in a fashion that suggested they traveled often, once inside a sturdy tent flap, it seemed to have a more permanent feel.

Arlix moved across the room where cushions laid about in a fashion that suggested this was a building used as a gathering place, and as had been prepared by the people; as though already knowing that the high chief would have invited the stranger into their midst. On a waist high table of sorts sat a fine clay bowl, carved to resemble animals and such, hosting steaming water. Smiling, Arlix gestured for the figure to step forward and relieve themselves of the grime of travel as he moved off again across the room to pluck a decanter and two simple cups off of another table and pouring what seemed to be a spiced rum into the two cups.

"If you realize the drink is not to your liking when you wash up, there is plain water. And the meal promised will be a while in the coming, for of course, it must be prepared." He explained. The whole atmosphere suggested that he was very used to hosting guests. Taking up his own cup, and leaving the second for the figure, he settled down in one of the cushions. "While we're waiting," he implored, swishing the dark liquid before sipping at it like the most dignified gentleman at a court. "Do tell me in depth about yourself."

Though it was only the two of them in the domed hut, there were guards waiting outside, ready to burst in at the slightest beckon from Arlix. Though the high chief assumed the figure was already aware of that.

[ooc: sorry if it seems like a bit of a power play, but I figured it would be acceptable to keep things moving. And also, we should probably figure out a plot if this is going to be more than just a random encounter.]