[center][b]Plains of High Sun
2nd Horde: Courier of the Dragons[/b][/center]

Yaki looked at the fire-haired girl, he recognized her dialect from a trader who passed by the horde some years ago, "You are located in the land of Rizu Horde." He stabbed his spear into the ground, keeping it in close reach as he extended a hand to the girl on the ground, "Requiring help?"

In the camp it was often joked that his words sounded like a young boy who never grew up. The occasional actions that Yaki took only reenforced that notion. A certain situation involving a lance, a broken clay pot, a dead goat and a local shaman would only seal his eternal youth. For years now he was said that he was just a child, but now he showed mature, genuine concern about this fire-haired girl from a land beyond. He was no medicine man, but he could tell she was in bad shape, noting several cuts and bruises just by glancing at her.

Once again he repeated his words and shook his arm, "Requiring help?"