so sorry for the wait! <3
The boy leapt straight into a speech, one in a tongue Solulfur didn't recognize - but neither did she entirely fail to understand what he was saying. Plenty was lost in translation, but if she focused on the words behind the boy's alarmingly soft, strange accent, she found she could parse some understanding.
Verið velkomin, Torgar.Solulfur offered first, tilting her head slightly as she turned her full focus to surmounting the language barrier.
Torgar wished to travel and fight no longer, instead offering his services to the...Jarl? of Dawnbreak. Some kind of word for king, she supposed. Sol shook her head slightly.
Við höfum enga konunga.The Mediator turned from the young warrior, flicking her tail to beckon him across the borders to her side.
Hérna gera allir sinn hlut.She did not know how much he would understand, but continued.
Súlur okkar taka ákvarðanir með rödd allra.
