Sur'tra Sunblade
Valkyri Warrior
Sur'tra's face begins to heat. Not only was this foreign interloper talking openly of theft, but this was her own servant. Her very property.
"Be careful v'hat you say next, servant. The honor of the Valkyri is not so easily set aside. Ve vill not be stealing a ship." Sur'tra's hand went to the handle of the sun blade to make her point.
Nearby, another Valkyri trader overhears their conversation. He is fat and fair of hair, with beard braided in the tradition of the Valkyri, and a smith's hat. "Your servant's dishonor dishonors you, Sur'tra. V'hat tribe vas he captured from?"
Sur'tra turns her back on the droid to address the man. "He has no tribe," she answers honestly, "I caught him impersonating an enemy on the battlefield, pretending to be dead. He offered to be my servant, so I allow him to live. I am hoping he vill learn honor by example."
The smith nods. "You vere merciful. But mercy has its limits. I trust you vill not allow your servant to dishonor your chieftain."
Sur'tra nods to the blacksmith, gritting her jaw in anger at his intended slight.
"Be careful v'hat you say next, servant. The honor of the Valkyri is not so easily set aside. Ve vill not be stealing a ship." Sur'tra's hand went to the handle of the sun blade to make her point.
Nearby, another Valkyri trader overhears their conversation. He is fat and fair of hair, with beard braided in the tradition of the Valkyri, and a smith's hat. "Your servant's dishonor dishonors you, Sur'tra. V'hat tribe vas he captured from?"
Sur'tra turns her back on the droid to address the man. "He has no tribe," she answers honestly, "I caught him impersonating an enemy on the battlefield, pretending to be dead. He offered to be my servant, so I allow him to live. I am hoping he vill learn honor by example."
The smith nods. "You vere merciful. But mercy has its limits. I trust you vill not allow your servant to dishonor your chieftain."
Sur'tra nods to the blacksmith, gritting her jaw in anger at his intended slight.