Guts frowns at the trees, reacting in what must be a rather typical fashion to suddenly finding himself in the middle of a language lesson. He'd never learned much language beyond what was necessary to survive, never touched a pen to paper, and finds himself lacking the curiosity of a more scholarly type. At least, he thinks so. He can never see himself piled over books and scriptures. Too boring. Maybe he'll ask again when they aren't in the middle of tracking some lost hunter girl, and a horse-riding lesson might be more tolerable.
Safflower's hooves are muffled by the dirt as they continue onward, his eyes scanning the trail ahead for any signs of a fight or a hunt. The earth and the twigs held nothing for him.
"What about that other word? Bayot? Does that come from the same place?"
Clearly the village had a touch of the foreign to it. There was plenty of syncretism between the quarreling kingdoms he was frequently hired by, but influence from the plainsfolk was less commonly seen. Beyond the nest of six kingdoms, your average inhabitant of Tudor or Wallatoria or Midland was vaguely aware of the Kushan Empire to the east, and that was about it. The knowledge got more specific depending on who was neighboring who. Merchants of Vritannis seemed to have a bit more worldly knowledge, but those were rare to come by.
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Guts frowns at the trees, reacting in what must be a rather typical fashion to suddenly finding himself in the middle of a language lesson. He'd never learned much language beyond what was necessary to survive, never touched a pen to paper, and finds himself lacking the curiosity of a more scholarly type. At least, he thinks so. He can never see himself piled over books and scriptures. Too boring. Maybe he'll ask again when they aren't in the middle of tracking some lost hunter girl, and a horse-riding lesson might be more tolerable.
Safflower's hooves are muffled by the dirt as they continue onward, his eyes scanning the trail ahead for any signs of a fight or a hunt. The earth and the twigs held nothing for him.
"What about that other word? Bayot? Does that come from the same place?"
Clearly the village had a touch of the foreign to it. There was plenty of syncretism between the quarreling kingdoms he was frequently hired by, but influence from the plainsfolk was less commonly seen. Beyond the nest of six kingdoms, your average inhabitant of Tudor or Wallatoria or Midland was vaguely aware of the Kushan Empire to the east, and that was about it. The knowledge got more specific depending on who was neighboring who. Merchants of Vritannis seemed to have a bit more worldly knowledge, but those were rare to come by.