Kaiden Sellsword

Kaiden Sellsword has caught sight of أنت, just there in the near distance. He squints from beneath his helmet, face obscured, but it's clear he's staring at them.

His horse snorts, kicking at the dirt under it's hooves. What in Marika's tits are they staring at? He muses internally, adjusting his grip on the greatsword he had hoisted over his shoulder. If they get any closer, he'll probably just end up killing them for the sake of it. He didn't know أنت, and he frankly didn't care to. Not unless they were offering a handsome sum of runes. Unlikely. he thinks to himself, scoffing quietly under his helmet. He'd keep an eye on them for now.