Adyr took note of the 2 daggers hidden beneath the priest's robe; no matter how well they were concealed, such things could not escape his senses.
The followers edged closer as well, ready for a fight if a signal was given.
They're quite friendly, aren't they? Adyr thought with mild amusement as he answered, "I'm just a traveler trying to see how big the world is."
The priest raised an eyebrow at his reply, weighed his stance for a moment, then asked, "Traveling these lands alone, you must be pretty strong yourself."
There were no visible weapons on Adyr, yet his uniform, a fabric shaped like full-body armor, hugged every defined muscle, giving him the bearing of a fighter. His eyes were calm, but they burned with a brilliance that gave anyone who met them the impression of a seasoned warrior.
"That's for sure. I'm one of the best fighters of my people," he said honestly, curious to see how they would react.
