Erbörü- Kenshin/Selibas

[Kenshin]

The meeting had died down, everybody had returned to where their respective villages had set up camp. Kenshin had found a small plot that wasn't claimed, looking around he could see the banners of other villages, he had felt out of place being the only one from his. He had his small tent set up, he sat on the inside with a bowl of water and his sharpening stone ready, taking a cloth he ran it down the blade so he could see any knicks that needed to be dealt with.

He could hear some people near his tent talking about what he had done, they were talking down upon his actions during the meeting. It was as if they were speaking in a manner so he could hear them, he laid them no attention. What he had said and done was not to seek their approval, but to show them the future if they didn't pay heed to the Little Wolf's warning.

Taking the stone he dipped it into the water for a moment before running it down part of the Regal Blade. Kenshin had worked on small sections of the blade, making sure it was as sharp as he could get it. After he had finished it to his satisfaction he held the sword up towards the door of his tent, admiring his work before running a finger near the edge. He was still new to having a magical blade, he was unsure if he should sharpen it as well. At this time the spirit in the blade wouldn't respond to his questions.

[Selibas]

These feet are going to be the most blistered ones in Elibe by the end of the day. The Khan had been walking for hours nonstop, sometimes with Dale or one of his other closest warriors, sometimes by himself. He'd spoken to more Khans than he'd known to have once existed, and had several people approach him to invite him to one strange idea or another. People asking him to spar, to teach them, to dance with them, to dine with them, to marry their daughter, to pass judgement on some varied problem. He'd had little time to his thoughts to tell the truth, between being struck by an arrow of tremendous feeling and a duel with one of the few gathered here that was not Sacaen. Now however was a good time to allow himself to be lost in the subconscious.

Not thinking, he merely walked, one red boot in front of the other. His left hand drifted to Curtana's hilt, and slowly his fingers wrapped around it with an iron grip. He had to be a bit conscious of how the blade moved, trying to keep it from rapping against his thigh. However, as he walked he came to be near a lone tent, and was pulled from his thoughts by the words being exchanged by a small group of Sacaen men about ten years older than him conversing over the meeting. One man was speaking at the exact moment the short Khan came into earshot. He was speaking ill of Kenshin, the Crimson Demon. Selibas left his hand on his blade's hilt as he approached and called out to them, his tenor voice booming loud enough to drown out their words. He said, "Excuse me, you must have felt too afraid to speak at the meeting. However, I'm here now, so please, speak."