08-22-2013, 12:53 AM
Javed is not a man of many words. (In some people's eyes, he's not really a man. But that's beside the point.) He generally only speaks when he has something to say, and even then his choice of words tends toward…well, economical. So when he moves forward from his spot off to the side and alone to take the bone from Reverence of Dawn, it's not because he has small talk to deliver.
He bows his head respectfully to Avery and holds the bone in both hands before him, feeling the weight of it. A creature brought low by those whose presence he stands in. It comes with more weight than its physical presence, because of the right to speak that it grants. He looks up, his one eye scanning the crowd of faces that he will not recognize, and speaks in that deliberate, accented rasp.
"I am Javed Anubis-Sight. Metis Fostern Ahroun of the Silent Striders, originally from the Sept of Whispering Sands in what humans call Iran. I am a newcomer to this city since the last moot, and I mean to make this area my home."
He pauses there, and looks to where he saw Ingrid go. The New Moon gets a little nod, before he looks out among the crowd again.
"I also offer my services as in patrols to guard the territory of the Cold Crescent. Gaia willing, I will do my part to ensure that the city remains safe for our kin and to stand against any who strengthen the Wyrm here."
And that is all he has to say. Again, he's economical. He passes the bone back to the Truthcatcher with a bowing of his head in gratitude before slipping back to his spot.
He bows his head respectfully to Avery and holds the bone in both hands before him, feeling the weight of it. A creature brought low by those whose presence he stands in. It comes with more weight than its physical presence, because of the right to speak that it grants. He looks up, his one eye scanning the crowd of faces that he will not recognize, and speaks in that deliberate, accented rasp.
"I am Javed Anubis-Sight. Metis Fostern Ahroun of the Silent Striders, originally from the Sept of Whispering Sands in what humans call Iran. I am a newcomer to this city since the last moot, and I mean to make this area my home."
He pauses there, and looks to where he saw Ingrid go. The New Moon gets a little nod, before he looks out among the crowd again.
"I also offer my services as in patrols to guard the territory of the Cold Crescent. Gaia willing, I will do my part to ensure that the city remains safe for our kin and to stand against any who strengthen the Wyrm here."
And that is all he has to say. Again, he's economical. He passes the bone back to the Truthcatcher with a bowing of his head in gratitude before slipping back to his spot.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."