Narymna ignored the male to her side, and kept her bow high, still aiming at the man. "And that's why you decided to approach us from behind, because it's of course very friendly to do so." She shook her head in disbelief. "It's not often humans are seen round here, let alone at this time of year, so why should I believe what you say?"
She spoke all this in perfect (Humanish?), no accent to suggest she ever lived with Centaurs in her voice. Narymna tossed her head back, the few strands of hair that had fallen infront of her eyes at once moved away. "Get ready to run." She spoke suddenly in a low voice, only loud enough for the Centaur beside her to hear.
"I approach you from what part of the forest I was in, which happened to be behind you, friend." Zachariah said, his voice as peaceful, calm, and diplomatic as he could make it. Fortunately, he had practice in smooth-talking, so he had a very persuasive, kind voice when he had to. "And I am a traveler of many lands to sell my wares to all who need it, human or otherwise. That is why I find myself here, in the great lands of the centaur." He pulled his hood back, revealing his face and the tattoo upon them. The thick, black, crisscrossing rectangles seemed to have changed patterns since last he had revealed them.
The dappled male understood very little of the conversation between the female Centaur and the two-legged human beast. He was still in a state of awe but had managed to take hold of his senses once more.
From what little he understood of the man, he was speaking about being hidden... or being behind... something. The dappled male furiously tied raking back his lessons from 3 years ago. It had been the celebration of worth and he had sought out an older male that had returned from these strange lands. He'd taught him what he could in the 7 days they spent together, but it amounted to very little. The human-beast spoke again; this time about travelling.
One thing that he did understand was the female's warning. He gripped hold tightly of the bow and arrow, maintaining the pose of one who would fight, but adjusted his standing. He would quickly be able to turn and sprint at the female's warning. Obviously she spoke the language of the human-beast and she more clearly understood the situation.
The male Centaur observed the human-beast's face as he lowered his hood but stayed silent. He had expected strange features, horns and fearsome eyes, but was disappointed to find that above the waist he was the same as any Centaur.
The female Centaur raised one eyebrow. "You're misinformed. This is human land, not Centaur. I thought you would have known that as a human." She spoke, mistrust in her voice, but she slackened her grip on the string.
Her eyes scanned the humans face, resting briefly on the strange patterns, then back onto his eyes. "I doubt you'll be able to sell anything tonight, human. There is only one of us here with the thing your kind hold so dearly." A disproving look was on her face, clearly Narymna didn't like the concept of money. Narymna stared at the human for a few moments in silence before speaking again. "You can lower your weapon young Centaur, I doubt this human means us much, if not any harm." As she said this, she to lowered her own, putting the wooden arrow back into it's quiver and strapping her bow to her back.
"So you said you wanted shelter?" She spoke directly to the human, her tone apprehensive.
Zachariah chuckled his usual evil-sounding chuckle, pulling his hood back over his head and raising his head to eye level with that of the centaur. "You appear to be misinformed as well." He said, now speaking in a less-than-fluent centaur tongue, learned after quite a few travels in this land and the language barrier becoming quite difficult, as the male beside her didn't appear to understand much. "I am not here for money. I am here to offer my items to those who need it, and given that your people appear to trade things perhaps I may find some things to sell to those who do, in fact, have money." He gave a slight bow, a grin on his face all the while. "Shelter would be nice, yes."
The dappled male lowered his bow reluctantly with a slightly confused expression upon his face. He still did not quite understand what was happening but the female's concern caused him to trust her enough to obey. he did not return the arrow to his quiver though, instead holding both it and the bow loosely, but so that he could quickly bring it back to fire.
He was also remarkably surprised when the human-creature spoke in his own language. Though rough and a little inaccurate in places, he was easily understood. The dappled male couldn't prevent his jaw from dropping a little, regardless of how small minded he appeared. The situation was simply getting too much for him.
"What do you have to trade Stranger?" he asked the human-creature. The tone of his voice betrayed his overwhelming curiosity.
Zachariah turned his attention towards the dappled male, taking a moment to clarify what he had just heard. After making sure he fully understood just what the centaur had said, his grin got wider and his hands went to his satchel. "I have many things to trade, my friend. Cloth, as I've seen some centaurs taken a liking to such. Let me see...." His pale hands opened the satchel and started to rummage through it. He took out a simple dagger that appeared to be iron. "I have fine weapons for hunting and skinning." He put the dagger back in the satchel, and pulled out the small bottle he had used earlier. "A magical substance that will make nearly anything burn (which was, in truth, oil), useful for making fires or escapes in a pinch." He put the little bottle back in the satchel, pulling out a glass orb. "A mystical orb that will tell the future if you stare in it right (though it probably didn't work as far as he knew)." He put the orb back in. "And many, many more fascinating and useful things. He reached down his robe as though about to scratch his back, and pulled out a simply-crafted sword that might've been iron, or just a very dirty copper he had in a leather sheath he had secured around his waist with a belt-like attachment. "And this, a mighty weapon of human make that can slay a beast when it comes too close and your bow loses use." Oh, he was indeed a salesman.
The dappled male frowned a little and took an apprehensive step back. The weapons that the human-beast flaunted were strange looking and almost surreal. They seemed to catch the light as though they were covered in a liquid of some sort. They were also strangely shaped and not at all like the stone-headed spears and arrows used back on Feral Isle. As for the 'mighty weapon' for slaying beasts, he had never seen a sharpened weapon so bizarrely long. Surely it would simply shatter like a poorly made flint axe?
One item did catch the youngsters attention though and that was the mystical orb. He heard heard tales of magics and strange feats that would be impossible normally and his curiosity tugged at him to investigate further.
He gave a nervous look to the female Centaur beside him before calling out to the human-beast.
"Can this orb truly read the future?" he enquired. He would not approach the human-beast and sought to stay close to the female Centaur. If the human-beast spoke in his own foreign tongue again then he would not understand if he was put in danger.
"Yes it may, though it takes a good bit of practice. After you have the hang of it, it's not difficult." Zachariah produced the orb again, holding it in his palm. "You need either the sun or the moonlight, and it must reflect in the orb." Hoping he was a good enough actor to convincingly make it up as he went, he held the orb out in the moonlight, in which it shined and reflected in a spectacular manner. "Now you must observe the patterns the light makes, how it looks entering, within, and leaving the orb. Contemplate the feelings you get from it, and what comes to mind when you see it. That will tell your fortune." He said, his voice mysterious and thrilling. "And then there is the matter of my spectacular weaponry." He put the orb back in the satchel and held the sword out into the moonlight. "You may ask what makes this weapon so mighty. I will tell you." He swung it a few times off in a direction well away from both centaurs. "It is not only streamlined, smooth, and absolutely deadly with a bit of practice, but it is nearly unbreakable. You may hold it against any beast, and it will be nearly invincible." He swung it a few times, using the flashier and more spectacular moves he was taught. "I'll even throw in lessons, free of charge."
Narymna stepped towards the human, mildly interested in what he had. She didn't care for weapons or "Mystical orbs." She preferred the basics. Linen for bandages, dyes and the likes. "Do you have anything that's actually useful?" She asked, looking towards his satchel. "Some linen, or any of that strange stuff you humans use to flavour food. You know, the white grainy crystals?" She pulled her quiver off her back, and rummaged around in a little pocket sown onto it.
The coins in the pocket rattled together noisly. There wasn't vast amounts of money, but enough to easily get her by with what she needed. Pulling out a small handful of cold metallic coins, she slung the quiver back onto her back.
The dappled male watched the human-beast's antics with great interest. He seemed to be making a great show of making the orb reflect light. It seemed rather complicated though... even more so than reading the stars. The weapons still seemed ludicrously ornamental to him though.
He was about to make a comment related to this train of thought when the female spoke. As she moved forward the dappled male replaced the arrow he held into the leather quiver upon his back and lowered his bow fully. He too moved forward a little, stopping about 3 paces to the left of her.
It seemed that the female also saw how useless the trinkets the human-beast carried were. He listened as she inquired about some strange foodstuff and gathered something from within her quiver. It tinkled oddly and caused the dappled male to cock his head to one slightly to one side with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. It seemed that there was much to learn in these new lands.
He stood in silence, waiting for the human-beast's response.