Naiyao makes her way still, the horse moving just over a hillside. As she clears the hill she looks down to see the village. I made it.. she thought to herself. She gripped the horses reins and rode down along the side of the hill at a righteous pace toward the village over the water. She gripped onto the horse’s reins tightly as they approached and pulled back on them, slowing him to a stop and causing him to lean back, whining a bit loudly. ‘Nay’, the horse would shout with a powerful surge. Naiyao kept herself close to the powerful beast until it set down. The horse slowly moved on into the village, its patting feet moving from the comfortable grass onto the soft soil ground which lies through most of the town.
“Oh, signora saluti!” a young man had spoken. This man appeared to be in his mid twenties and had the stubble remaining from a freshly shaven beard. His dark hair and darkened skin had a faint resemblance to a familiar figure, his eyes shun with a blue aura about them. He wore only a slightly torn tan clothe which made for a shirt. Around the waist where the clothe still hung was a large white wrapping which made for a fine belt around his waist to keep the clothe together. He had white clothe like pants with sandals over his feet. He looked a simple man. Simple... and poor. He looked up to see the female who sat upon the horse, though the reaction was not what was expected. “II mio dio, Naiyao!?” the man was startled but... something else, he was happy. Clearly he had recognized her and this filled him with joy. An old comrade...
“Molto buona, Luciano.” Naiyao replied back to the man with his native tongue, though her accent was not as his. She remained with her own yet spoke the words of the same language, an uncommon one to most of the people of the world. She had known him, it was easily understood by the smile upon her face as she departed from her horse. Naiyao swung her right leg over the side of the horse so her full body was only on one side.
“This is most unexpected” speaks the man now to her. His accent remains, yet he now speaks in a more common language. He assists her while she departs from her horse, helping her down from the side onto her feet. Naiyao's cloak seemed to spread open over her shoulders as she departed to reveal her clothes. She did not have her scabbard on her yet she id have her dual blades placed finely on the back of her hips. Although it was better put together, the clothes she held were no more refined than the mans. It was scraps of clothing thrown over another to produce a single set of gear.
“Trouble follows me closely Luciano, I fear that I cannot stay long. Please, I need supplies and any kind of aid that you can give. I do not want to endanger this city.” Naiyao places her right fist to her left palm and bows. The man known as Luciano does the same in response. This marks a sign of a personal greeting; such as a clan.
“Bene, I shall locate any supplies that I have to give.” Luciano approaches and hugs Naiyao, she replies with a hug the same to him. For a moment she feels home again. She feels at peace, but then she moves back. Luciano continues. “Until I return, feel free to roam the town. We do not have much; but you are resourceful. I trust you will find something.” Luciano bows once more and turns, jogging down the road to his residence.
“Hmhm, he hasn’t changed.” Naiyao speaks to herself with her hands on her hips. She turns and pulls the cloak back over her, grasping her sword from the saddle of the horse then wrapping the belt around her waist beneath the cloak. Fixing herself, she takes the horses reins beneath its head and walks through the town. She looks around curiously. “Perhaps I can look more into the orb that supposedly takes residence here..” Naiyao walks through the different sectors of the town, looking around curiously for any sign of the treasure that she seeks. She waves to some of the towns people. Something is off. she realizes this. Though she does not yet investigate it. Where would an orb be hiding...