He let out a small laugh and watched as she walked to the Zorrens. Their spears stayed up, but there was still a calmness as they remained quiet despite her actions. Perhaps a merchant's touch. "Vulpesen Torrevaso, would any of you happen to speak basic?" He kept his voice calm and collected a she stepped forward, motioning to himself then the others. On the words of his last name, there was a slightly noticeable intake of breath and he soon found the tip of a spear positioning itself at his throat. He froze. Not a move, this one had him beat at the moment and he prayed to the force that he wasn't gonna be killed before he even knew what was happening. "Sucara vereg norn Zorren, rak Toorevaso eh si?" He looked into the man's golden eyes and let out a small sigh. Ok, it was a question, he knew that much. After thinking for a moment, he started rattling off different languages, hoping one of the names would stick. He knew quite a few, but this wasn't one of him. Language barriers for Vulpesen were rare, but when they happened, they were just plain out annoying.
For several seconds, he spoke in different languages, asking if they spoke it. He was about to give up too until an older Zorren stepped forward, pushing his comraes lightly to the side. "I am Berek Ilaren. You say that you are known as Vulpesen Torrevaso. I know that name. Where do you come from?" Ok, so basic. Though, his accent was somewhat difficult to understand as it came out as a growl. "Our of town I guess. Though might I ask what you mean by knowing my name?" That particular part made the Vulpesen a bit nervous. As a jedi, he would be unworried, but now as a sith, Vulpesen didn't exactly hold a spotless reputation. Though, his fears would be assuaged by the next words form the elder. "It is the clan name of our leader. Before our fall that is."
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