A lone man, possibly their leader, is shifting throught scrolls. He stops at one, looks at it for a while, but puts it away again. It might help him if he could read...

Another warrior (Not Nogare) comes in, one of his people, and asks "May I Help you sir?" There is a short pause.

EDIT in April 2007: OOC: This is the crappiest post I've ever made in my life! I'm going to adjust this...

IC: A man approaches Varael Archna, panting. At long last, he made his way through the mazes of Tantari Rock, and crossed the entire desert itself alone, like many actually had, to his surprise, and he fell when he reached the the room. "Water..." he begged. "Please, could I have water..."

After treatment, he said, "I am a nomad of these lands. I would like to speak to one of you, for it is urgent; despite the fact that I am Hylian, the fate of being a Sand Nomad is what I long for. May I join?"

Zeldaforever wrote:A lone man, possibly their leader, is shifting throught scrolls. He stops at one, looks at it for a while, but puts it away again. It might help him if he could read...

kasei appeares out of the tunnel, staring at the scrolls in the mans hand...

Varael straightens up. "Sorry to bother you, sir, but could you tell me what these say?" He hands [Nogare's warrior] three scrolls. They are written in common, but some features are Incineran, like the date.

Report to Chief Nomad. Dated Z/616/19943
Enemy foot soldiers heading due north expected to arrive in 3 days.
Artillery power: 1 trebuchet and 2 ballistae.
Estimated infantry: 200 soldiers
Armored relatively well.

Saber walks into the room and looks around. Seeing the clump of people in the corner, he sneaks over and peeks over the warriors shoulder, quickly perusing the scroll. Finishing, he whistles.

Zeldaforever wrote:Varael straightens up. "Sorry to bother you, sir, but could you tell me what these say?" He hands [Nogare's warrior] three scrolls. They are written in common, but some features are Incineran, like the date.

Report to Chief Nomad. Dated Z/616/19943
Enemy foot soldiers heading due north expected to arrive in 3 days.
Artillery power: 1 trebuchet and 2 ballistae.
Estimated infantry: 200 soldiers
Armored relatively well.

The man did not roll his eyes, but he his ego urged him to. He slumped against the wall of the rock, and read them aloud: " 'Report to Chief Nomad. Dated...' " there was a pause of unsureness. " 'Z dash six hundred sixteen dash nineteen thousand, nine hundred forty three.' " He was a bit confused, but he did not care. He went on, reading. " 'Enemy foot soldiers heading due north... expected to arrive... in three days?' Three days! 'Artillery power: 1...'" he struggled to sound out the word trebuchet and ballistae. "'Estimated infantry: 200 soldiers! Armored relatively well!' "

The newcomer held the paper in hand, looking directly into the other man's eyes. "Do you know what this means?! We must prepare for an attack to come in about three days! How many men do we have, sir?"