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Post by Gar on Jul 9, 2016 5:19:42 GMT -6
Gar recognized that Midori wasn’t quite happy about sharing the stories of her tribe’s fighters. Even so, he still cracked a smile at the stories she provided. There were fighters around. Perhaps they weren’t from the Chaklai proper, but they were around. Gar could still learn a thing or two from them. That said, Midori was quite clear that the Chaklai weren’t happy about fighting in general. It was strange. Gar was brought up as a man who would fight first and ask questions later. However, his parents came from a tribe that would do quite the opposite.
“It is those brave souls who go out and defend us. And it is the duty of those in the clergy to heal and support them.”
“Why not both?” Gar spoke in reference to his sacrifice skill. This Lady Lucy once was a mercenary, leading Gar to believe she had some perspective on both healing and combat.I should have a chat with this Lucy lady. What Gar really wanted to master was the balance between healing and fighting. To harm and to heal. The conversation moved toward Gar’s sea life. He couldn’t help but laugh at Midori’s understanding of the seas. Gar had met land lovers before, but no one was so casual about the lack of information about the seas.
"Har Har Har. You can’t believe everything old sailors say about the high seas. But I can tell you first hand, the water really is undrinkable, unless you want to lose your senses. It hosts sea serpents, great sharks, and krakens.” Gar took a breath. “But they aren’t the monsters.” Gar lifted his shirt from his waist to show the brand he was given while he was a slave. The mark had healed but it still showed a bull’s face with a ring in its nose. “Slavers, pirates. They are the most dangerous creatures on the sea.” The pirate lowered the shirt to recover his abdomen.Gar shrugged and spoke to change the subject. Gar didnt want to speak much on the brand he was given. He would rather confirm another suspicion he had.
“I want to test something.” Gar drew Junzentaru from his sash and handed it to the mounted woman, handle first. If she was as righteous as she claimed, she would have no problem holding the axe. “I want to know if you can hear June’s voice.” Gar was prepared to catch the weapon if it fell.
Greetings Sacaean priestess.
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Post by Midori on Jul 9, 2016 9:45:04 GMT -6
Why not both? Midori glanced down. She knew fighters that were healers. Lady Lucy was one. And the counsel was mostly made up of magic users. Perhaps she needed to explain it in more detail. Midori sat there in silence for a bit trying to think of what to say.
"You mean why not have both healers and fighters? Well we do have some. Lady Lucy is an example. She can fight with light magic and heal with her staffs. Our counsel.. which is made up mostly of holy men and women.. people who are of a station higher then mine.. also do fighting and healing. Though a vast majority of them are practitioners of magic rather then weapons. Due to their status.. they rarely join the others in battle. But, rather they train those in the arts of magic. I am still a novice in my order. Once, I complete my training.. I will train in magic.. and become an effective healer and fighter. We offer a few lessons in first aid to our warriors.. but I do not think that is the type of healing you mean." The pink haired priest hoped she had made herself clear.
"As for warriors with weapons not made of the spirits such as swords, axes, bows, and lances. They.. often do not take up the way of the staff. But.. there are tales of those who have the ability to heal by taking injuries of another onto themselves. Or others who have the ability to heal themselves with the power of the spirit through will power. While these skills and talents are useful.. few ever get a chance to learn the craft. Both skills have their own merits and weakness. As of right now.. I am not sure who of our clan have that ability." It was impossible for Midori to know who had what talent. The number of Chaklai in the world was large. While the main village had the most concentrated number of Chaklai living together, she did not know much about the others living in other villages. Of those whom were out on pilgrimage. She was not a god and there for had no knowledge of all things. Midori tilted her head at Gar's comment about the ocean. From the way he made it sound it was as if the sea was poisonous. If you drink the water it makes you sick. It had creatures in it she did not know of. She knew what a serpent was and what a shark was. Serpents were snakes and shark were predatory fish with out scales and sharp teeth. But Krakens was something she had never heard of.
The man then lifted his shirt and showed the maiden his scar. A brand in the shape of a bull. Midori looked down. She was sadden by the news that perhaps the greatest monsters out there were human begins. Midori knew her history. She knew how mankind fought in a series of terrible wars and killed things for no reason. Brother who betray brother. Children whom murder their parents. People who killed dragons. Scripture gave consistent warnings about the nature of greed and desires. It spoke of ways in order to present oneself through life without falling for greed. Or at the very least with minimal greed. The scripture did explain that desires and needs were a part of life and could not be fully purged.
"Gar I am so sorry you had to go through such an ordeal. And I am sorry that the human race is so.. barbaric. If only people could realize the compassion and understanding of another." She shook her head and wiped away her budding tears. She focused for a moment in order to recuperate herself. The sailor then presented the axe towards her. The priestess was a bit confused by the gesture. The axe was something new to her. She had seen axes before but they were simple and plain. This one seemed to be more glamorous.. possibly magic. Midori held axes before. In her temple home each brother or sister was assigned a certain job each month. Sometimes she'd be in charge of wood cutting. Which gave her acsess to a small axe.
"I will grasp the handle of the weapon. I fear it might fall if I try to fully hold it." She reached out for the weapon handle. And for a moment she heard nothing. But she felt something. Something in the axe as if it was alive. It pulsated with a power of its own. Like a heartbeat but with a buzzing akin to a bee. She closed her eyes and focused. Eventually she heard something. Something that she couldn't make out. As if someone was trying to talk but their mouth was muffled with something. Or if the air the sound traveled in was full of mist.
"I do not.. hear words. But I heard sounds. I can feel it's power. It is like.. it feels like I had put my hand over a beehive. It's warm and buzzing." Midori let go of the handle.
"That.. is to be expected. Most magic weapons.. as I suspect this is.. can only talk to their owners. Few if any magic weapons talk to more then one person at any given time. The books say it has something to do with the bond between weapon and person. Experiences shared between them. I am sorry I cannot clearly hear June's voice."
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Post by Gar on Jul 13, 2016 0:13:58 GMT -6
Pieces were falling into place. Gar was glad that he had this opportunity to converse with someone connected to his heritage. Midori spoke of both magic users who could cast spells and heal as well as warriors with basic first aid. She then correctly discerned that Gar didn’t have much interest in those matters. The next few sentences, however, hit the nail on the head. The pirate smiled as he was beginning to find some answers to a question that had long been on his mind.“I believe I umm. Have one of those skills. I can take other people’s wounds onto myself. I was always curious how it came to me and why… I’d place a wager to say that it has something to do with your tribe of healers. It just makes sense.”
As Midori voiced how sorry she was for Gar’s ordeal, the pirate shrugged, as if he had left it all behind him. “What happened wasn’t your fault. And I wasn't trying to scare you or anything. I was just saying if you ever find yourself on the open sea or near the Western Isles, make sure you have someone to watch out for you.” After handing the weapon to Midori Gar noticed that she seemed reluctant to grasp it. Even so, she reached out for it. The weapon didn’t fall to the earth, which alone confirmed that Midori was a good person at heart, but what she said next left Gar with another question. Gar had thought that his heritage could explain why Junzentaru took an interest in him, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
She can’t hear June. I guess that means that our bond isn’t due to my heritage, but it still might have something to do with my sacrifice skill. Gar regained control of the axe and placed it back on his hip, hoping he didn’t make the woman too uncomfortable. He didn’t think about it before but his talk of his enslavement and asking the healer to hold his axe must’ve been rough. “Sorry, I’m kind of out of sorts. I just have so many questions that I want answers for. You’ve been very helpful. I’ll be back to bother you some more another time hahar.” With that Gar changed his pace to allow the mounted healer to continue forward. He probably wouldn't be back to converse for another day or so.
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Post by Midori on Jul 14, 2016 9:12:40 GMT -6
OOC- Going to move us ahead a bit - Midori kept her expression neutral. Gar had revealed that he was one of the few who possessed the talent called Sacrifice. The ability to take another's pain and wounds and put it onto themselves. Shared pain could keep both persons alive until help arrived. To her people this skill was considered somewhat sacred. It was a skill that many of the saints of the tribes passed possessed before the advent of staffs. Supposedly the skill could heal the gravely wounded or the sick. A skill that had to be learned and trained. A skill of both miracles and misery. Midori wasn't sure why the forces that be choose Gar to posses such a skill. Midori knew that things happened for a reason. Perhaps the gods or spirits of the world saw something in him that Midori had not seen.
"You have been burdened with both a blessing and a curse, Gar. Sacrifice allows you to take the pain and suffering of others and put it on yourself. You share the burden of pain in order to survive. With out proper training in it.. you might end up taking more then your body can handle. In our tribe it is considered sacred. For it represents the duality of all things." Midori shook her head. This was not the time for her to get into the details of her people's theology of skills.
"Spirits and gods do not do things with out reasons. You were given that talent or ability for something. Perhaps it was to insure that we would meet and have this conversation. Or perhaps for some other event in the future. The plans of the gods are not for us to know." She shrugged.
"I will remember your words about the sea and of the Isle's." The priestess nodded softly. Gar expressed that he would talk to Midori later. Midori understood. She had explained a lot to the sailor already. He needed time to process the information and formulate new questions.
"Very well Gar. I shall talk to you later." Midori bowed her head lightly and then continued moving at her own pace. The day passed on into night. The group of Chaklai and refugees camped out for the night. The river provided the people with both water and fish. The Chaklai set up their tents and offered what they could to the refugees. By morning the group was up and moving once more.
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Post by Gar on Dec 30, 2016 14:49:29 GMT -6
Gar continued to travel with the tribe of his parents. Serene healers, in some cases it seemed so improbable that he had come from such a clan. But when he took the time to think it made sense. Gar possessed the ability to heal wounds without a staff. And why hadn’t he turned out like all the other pirates of the sea. Pillage, plunder, raids and all that. He was too kind for that. Perhaps it was in his blood to be a good person. What would I have been like if my parents never left the tribe? Gar imagined himself wearing turquoise robes and holding a staff. The thought seemed so absurd to the pirate that he had to smile. It had also been revealed that the reason why Junzentaru could communicate with him was not due to his bloodline.
As they travelled, Gar spent most of his time on the outside of the caravan. A few of the survivors of the town would greet him every so often, and he received smiles from the members of the tribe when they did come into contact. No one was unkind, Gar just wanted to sit on the outside and take note of how his would-be tribe conducted life.
The days were spent travelling, herb mixing, herb collecting, treating the remaining wounds of the survivors. Sometimes some took part in some type of stretching ritual. People burned incense as the sun fell over the plains. They didn’t move as far once nightfall came. The people turned to conversing and tending to the animals. The nomadic caravan reminded Gar of voyages. Travelling, but all the while performing the necessary duties to continue travelling. There were many parallels between sailors and nomads it seemed. Perhaps that too had something to do with his bloodline.
Gar had thought of a new question for the troubadour girl. Now all he had to do was find her. He rose and began to move through the caravan, searching for a girl with pink hair.
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Post by Midori on Dec 30, 2016 20:35:45 GMT -6
The whole day had been a peaceful one. She had spent the better part of her time gathering herbs and treating the wounded. When she felt comfortable enough that she had done her good deeds for the day she went through her prayer routine. she had a light lunch, then went about tending to her horse. Midori was busy brushing away at Ashes's hair. She had gotten out all the tangles from her mane. She braided some sections of the mane. Now she was working on the body. She wasn't fully dressed in her traditional garb. She had removed the top red cloak of her attire so she could wear a worker's apron. A thick leather apron that had several pockets. It was one that she wore whenever she did any sort of horse work. Her pant legs were tucked into a pair of big boots.
The horse seemed to enjoy the attention it was getting. Especially since Midori had been neglecting her for a fair bit of the journey. She apologized to Ashes via grooming and apples. The spotted grazer let out a few neighs of joy. Especially when Midori got to grooming her neck and rump. As if to tell the young healer "yes that's the itchy spot keep scratching". Midori grinned lightly at her horses' antics. The two of them had a deep bond with one another. She had finished with the brushing of the coat and then put away the brush.
"All right there Ashes. Now, lets see what we can do about the hooves."
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Post by Gar on Jan 3, 2017 4:01:40 GMT -6
Gar was getting no where quickly. He paused to think where the kind girl would be. Hmm. If I were a girl with pink hair where would I be? Another humorous picture popped into the pirate's head, but he shook it away.The priestess had a steed did she not? I recommend looking for the stables.Gar nodded his head. He then continued his search, slowly coming to the conclusion that he had no idea where the stables would be. A quick question and a friendly response put him on the right track. He found the girl alongside her horse.
"Ey there Midori. I have a couple more questions for you if you got the time." Gar gave the horse a nod in greeting and waited a moment before continuing his train of thought. "First is what do you think your people would do if they weren't healers? You think they would still be nomads?" This was the question that more interested Gar. Perhaps they wouldn't travel as much or maybe they would become merchants like his father did. Maybe they would even become homebodies like his mother or pirates like he was for a time.
Gar just now noticed how much care the girl was treating her horse with. The horse was clean and looked pleased. "Would you like a hand with any of that?" He said vaguely gesturing to the horse. He also didn't really know how he would help, but he had to offer his assistance. It was the least he could do for the troubadour after she has been putting up with all his questions.
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Post by Midori on Jan 3, 2017 21:08:16 GMT -6
She tilted one of Ashes's feet up so that it folded in. She gently placed the hoof in between her knees and examined it briefly.
"Doesn't look like your due for a full pedicure yet Ashes. But, I think you will need one once we are home." She spoke to the horse briefly.
"I'll get rid of some of the gunk you've got anyway." She spoke again then started to work on the hoof. She had a specialized pick meant to dig into the hoof without hurting the horse. All manner of dried grass, mud, and dung was dug out of the horse hoof. It was here at this point that Gar joined her. Midori put the horse's hoof down and greeted the young sailor with a small bow.
"Good day Gar. How are you feeling?" She gave the bandanna sailor a warm greeting.
"And yes I can answer some more questions. So long as you don't mind me working through my answers." She nodded softly then resumed work with the horse hoof. She listened to his question and thought for a moment. What would the Chaklai be if not healers.. or spiritualists... Midori had a very simple answer to that.
"We would be farmers. Our home territory is fertile and our waters are clear. The ancient people would have settled that patch of land regardless of spiritual development." She smiled softly.
"The word Chaklai actually means farmer in one of the ancient languages. Although, I do not think the word itself is derived from the tribe's own native language. It was probably adopted by us sometime in the distant past. There are chunks of our recorded history that did not survive the passage of time." She finished with the one hoof and moved on to the next one.
"As for the help. Uhm.. have you ever worked with horses before?"
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Post by Gar on Jan 7, 2017 8:17:22 GMT -6
"All good here, all things considered." Gar responded to Midori's greeting. So they would be farmers. Not fighters, nor pirates, nor bandits. No, that was only Gar. Fair enough. I don't think I could be like them if I tried.Gar squatted down in front of the priestess and her steed. He tilted his head to try to get a glance at the horse's hooves.
"Naw, I guess I dont know the first thing about horses." Gar wanted to help but he figured it might be best to sit back and watch. Watch and learn, as he had been doing for the past few days. The pirate straightened himself out. June took the chance to impose words into the pirate's head. This could very well be an opportune chance to study this steed. It could help you if you came across a cavalier or Great Knight.
Gar shrugged the notion off, fully ignoring Junzentaru's input. This wasn't a war steed. It was serene, similar to its master. Similar to her tribe. Gar came to a new conclusion. He simply had no reason to be here. Perhaps they could teach him to come to terms with his recent past. But that wouldn't quell the anger within his soul. Gar placed a hand on the brand that laid on his abdomen. He exhaled. "I think I should leave you all be. I would like to thank you for your kindness. So if you ever want to sail the seas, let me know. I will personally escort you. Send a letter to Badon, my parents live there. They'll find me." Gar listened for a moment before he turned to leave.
So now we are just wandering? Do you know where you are going?
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Post by Midori on Jan 7, 2017 18:33:07 GMT -6
"That's quite alright. I don't know much about the ocean or ships." She responded to his comment about horses with one of her own. There was a lot about the world Midori didn't know about. Well no that wasn't quite true. She did know a bit about the world thanks to her tribes' education. But, she had yet to experince certain things that were in the scrolls in real life. Like sailing, fishing, or exploring a ruin. She was going to ask him some more about seafaring but was a bit taken back. He was leaving? But, the hadn't even gotten to the village yet! And they were so close by now. Only about another half day's march.
"Wait!" She slowly put the horse's hoof down.
"Ashes' stay here." She asked the horse then turned around to chase after Gar. She managed to catch up to him and stand a few paces infront of him.
"Hold.. on. I mean.. yes you are free to leave and all but may I ask why? We are so close to the village." She asked in a slightly rushed voice.
"Was it something that I said?" She asked in a slightly more lowerd voice. Gods forgive her if she accidentaly offended this man who only wanted to learn more about his people. Or perhaps he was bored of it all? He didn't blame him for it. There were plenty of those who got bored with the simple life of farming village. Usually, the young men who have deliusions of grandeur of a life of aventure beyond the village walls.
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Post by Gar on Jan 12, 2017 12:45:37 GMT -6
Gar stopped moving. He wasn't expecting Midori to chase after him the way she did. She questioned why he was leaving, asking if it was something she had said. He did at least owe her an explanation. "No, no you couldn't offend me." Gar had seen and heard some offensive things in his time. That said he certainly couldn't imagine anyone other than a sailor to replicate those things. It was something different. He wanted to stay, but he also wanted to leave. And now it was up to him to explain something he couldn't even fully understand himself.
Gar's brow was furrowed and he was looking away as he spoke."How can I put this? You and your tribe are all so... helpful, caring and kind. I feel like I shouldn't really be here. I'm not like you all. I gamble, I swing axes and fight in bars. Being seen with you guys would just give your tribe a bad name and I don't want to do that." That was the gist of it. Gar didn't feel like he belonged with the Chaklai, though their blood may be in his veins. Gar scratched the top of his head through the fabric of his bandanna.
"That's why I was thinking I should just head out. What do you think?" In truth, it probably would've been easier if the pirate had just left without saying a word to anyone, but it was a little late for that now. Gar met Midori's eyes to see how she would respond. She could allow him to leave or ask him to stay. As indecisive and uncertain as Gar was, he would likely take either route.
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Post by Midori on Jan 13, 2017 18:13:41 GMT -6
So that was it? He didn't feel like he belonged here with the Chaklai. He felt as if he wasn't like them. Midori frowned softly. Although the Chaklai did what they could to try and be helpful to people they weren't without flaws. Midori knew the in's and outs of her village. She knew the areas where there were less than spectacular. Places where people gambled. Where people drank, smoke, and passed around women. While there were laws to prevent that they weren't always enforced. Coin and threats could cause even the most righteous of law enforcers to turn a blind eye to things. She looked down as she thought about those things. Her village.. her tribe.. was just like every other village and tribe out there. Packed with both it's good, bad, and in between. It's saints and sinners.
"I.. would like you to stay." She spoke. Then turned her head up to look at Gar in the eyes.
"I understand. You might not think you are one of us.. but to be fair.. Us..the missionaries.. holy men and women.. we are just one face of the tribe." She raised her hands up and guided them towards the other members whom were out of earshot. To those who were healing the wounded, tending, the sick, or preparing a meal.
"As a priestess it is my job to show as much of the good of the tribe as I can. To do as much good as I can for everyone's benefit." She sighed.
"But, we are a tribe of people. Many different people. We have those who like to be rough and tumble. Those whom have fallen on hard times. Those who take advantage of others. Others who drink. Gamble. And parade their life around as without care." She curled her hand into a fist. Her mind recalled the words off of a scroll from one of their archives. What is sainthood without sin.. A light without shadow.. Order without Chaos.. She could see it in her mind. Of the priest who liked to drink rice wine until he slept. Of the holy woman who had a secret lover. Even Midori herself wasn't immune to the allure of sin. As she takes a bit too much pride in her appearance then the order would like. That sometimes she had thoughts of being adorned in shiny jewels and eat expensive sweets. She shook her head.
"You are just like us. Probably more than you may think." She raised her hands up towards the others of the tribe. Those who were out of earshot. She struggled a bit to find her words.
"At the very least.. please.. see the village. So that you will not regret ever not going."
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Post by Gar on Jan 20, 2017 15:42:29 GMT -6
Gar noted the slight frown Midori wore before she spoke. Aww great I've gone and upset her.That was a pretty bone-brained thing I did. Before Gar could get in a chance to apologize, Midori spoke. She voiced her opinion on how she thought he should stay at least to see the village. She also spoke about the less pristine parts of her tribe and her village. Perhaps they were a little more human than Gar was giving them credit for. Their lifestyle in general still seemed inaccessible to a man like Gar but he agreed to stay.
"Well. That settles it then. I'll stick around, but if people start to give you guys dirty looks and saying you all smell like saltwater, don't say I didn't warn ya." Gar smiled a bit to indicate that he was mostly joking with his last comment, then he looked over his shoulder at Midori's steed. "I didn't mean to interrupt your grooming over there, mate." Gar moved closer to the horse, knowing that Midori probably wanted to continue the job she had started. Here they could continue their conversation. Gar took a moment while he tried to think of other questions that he was interested in."So you spoke of your first leader, the peaceful one, but do you have someone in charge now?" The pirate took a moment to listen to the response before he asked yet another question. "Also you said we were close to the village. How close would you say?"
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Post by Midori on Jan 23, 2017 19:45:53 GMT -6
OOC- You can feel free to time skip us over to tomorrow. --- Midori smiled softly at Gar's decision to stay. She was genuinely enjoying his company. She hoped to have him talk more about his tall tales about the sea. As she was really curious to hear about Gar's family. She didn't know much about the families that left the tribe. Only that they were usually not allowed to return.
"No worries Gar. Hope you don't mind smelling like horses." She returned the joke with a small quip of her own. The maiden returned to tending to her horse. Gar had followed her and even apologized to Ashes for interrupting the grooming. Ashes just gave a small snort and went about her business.
"We have a council, a mayor, and representatives of the people. The mayor and reps are in charge of listening and organizing the demands of the people. They then take those issues to the council. The council is a group of holy men and women who oversee the health and well-being of the village. They work together with the mayor to ensure the people are satisfied." She finished up what remained of Ashes' hooves. Then started to brush the spotted coat of her horse.
"The history stated that there used to be only one leader.. but as time went on.. we learned that a council was a better means of maintaining life. A group of people allowed for more perspective on certain issues. They would discuss what needed to be done. Offer arguments, alternatives, opposition, until they eventually come up with a definitive answer." She tried to think.
"The.. change from a single ruler to a council followed our ideology of trying to keep things in balance. If an idea went well then everyone shared in the mirth. If it went badly then everyone shared part of the blame. Council members are replaced after a certain age, or if they become physically, or mentally unfit to rule." She shook her head briefly.
"As for distance. Well, we should be seeing the village by around noon tomorrow." She finished grooming the horse and returned the items to its proper place.
"I kinda notice.. you've only just been observing us. But, you should probably join us. I mean.. you do not have to dive head first into our culture. But, you start small, maybe swap a few stories around the fire tonight with the other members."
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Post by Gar on Jan 30, 2017 19:52:55 GMT -6
Gar listened more about the Sacaean tribe's culture, their regulations and their leadership. He had to admit, he did like hearing about the tribe's history. He could certainly stay for at least a little longer. No one around these parts knew who he was anyway. As far as any person looking in could tell, he was just another Sacaean, just one who carried an axe and a bandanna. Gar got lost in his thoughts for a moment. That bandanna. He had worn it for quite some time. People might not even recognize him without it. Maybe that was it, that was his solution.
Gar heard Midori recommend that he try to get involved with the people of the tribe more. He nodded in agreement and took the notion to heart. Gar thanked Midori for her time and thoughts before he moved to mingle with some of the other tribe members. He reached up to his head and removed his bandanna, his symbol of sailing and piracy. He stuffed it into his pocket. For now he wasn't going to act like a pirate. He was just going to be a typical nomad, like Aeos was. Maybe he was pretending, or maybe it was closer to who he really was. Either way, that night Gar sat down near a fire pit. He was given a tea made from mixed herbs that apparently soothed the body and made one ready to sleep.
Gar accepted the drink and spoke of how it reminded him of a drink a mate of his once liked to have. The mate would drink and pass right out, but it wasn't alcoholic as far as he could tell. It was strange and it gave Gar misgivings about the tea. The tribe assured him this was a healthy drink, so Gar partook. Sure enough it was warm and soothing. Gar remained by the fire for some time, before heading off to sleep.
He awoke the next day and started to move with the tribe. He thanked the tea lady and said the drink worked like a charm. He slept like a baby and would like to try it again sometime. The group eventually came upon what must have been the tribe's city. Gar stopped for a moment, hesitant to enter. Then he remembered he was not acting as a pirate right now, he was acting and a nomad. He moved to pass into the town.
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