Yahna

Rex is a little offput by Yahna’s rough greeting, but he shakes his head and gives her an easygoing smile. “I was told you were a little… abrasive,” he says in an amicable tone, “but try not to feel like I’m your babysitter. In fact, the way my contract was worded made it seem more like I was hired to make certain that no harm comes to you, rather than to keep you out of trouble.” Rex removes one of his heavy steel gauntlets and offers the strong hand beneath to Yahna to shake. “I’m Rex,” he says with a glint in his sea-blue gaze.

Rex shrugs and says, “Whether you need me here or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m coming with you. Although it does make my job a little easier,” Rex says with a smirk. He motions for Yahna to follow him as he begins walking down the long winding cobblestone road that leads away from the village to the north-east, the direction of Yahna’s own people. It isn’t long before Rex speaks again, his voice strong and interested as he asks. “Do you have a weapon? I know you were taken captive by human soldiers, but not much else. If you’re trained and armed, that will be good to know in the event that we come upon some danger. We are a good few weeks away from here to your people, and the road is not a particularly safe one.” Rex watches Yahna’s reaction carefully to judge how she reacts to the prospect of danger.