Shantania/Supports/LyniaNestor

Nestor's eye is fixed on the horizon, though one might not be able to tell with the blindfold firmly affixed to his face. He sits, motionless, aboard his equally-stoic horse. Though nothing is approaching, Nestor dares not let down his guard for even a moment, not even for Lynia, who has stepped right in front of him. "Beg pardon, m'lady, I'd advise you not to stand in front of the horse." The voice is unusually gruff for an elf.

"Oh!" Lynia steps backwards a bit, unsure how Nestor was able to identify her without looking. "Is this far enough?"

"Aye, m'lady," he answers, as if able to see quite clearly through the blindfold. Nestor strokes the horse's mane, which does not appear to affect it at all, but it satisfies him regardless. "Have you orders from the Wagonmaster?"

"Er...not for the moment. I don't suppose you're in the mood for friendly banter?" Lynia leans to one side, to try to make sense of Nestor's face. Its features are sharp and angular, but overall quite thin and gaunt, and in a few places, wrinkled and scarred.

"I am naught but a sentry, m'lady. I would not consider myself a friendly sort." He faces ever forward, ahead of the wagons, not moving his head away at all.

Lynia scans the horizon herself, finding nothing of interest. "I must confess, I am not especially familiar with your culture, so if I am overstepping my bounds..."

"You needn't worry about that, m'lady. I've not been a Lestalian for quite some time." Nestor brushes the horse again. "Regardless, I am aware how unique I am among the Wagonmaster's underlings."

"Did you need a drink? Some water, perhaps?" Lynia offers her canteen, but Nestor reaches a hand towards it and pushes it away from him, still not turning his head to face her.

"I appreciate the offer, m'lady, but I must decline."

"Your words refuse me, but the sound of your voice is quite dry."

"I assure you, m'lady, this is not from dryness." He coughs a bit. "Just too many years in the mines."

"The mines? Oh, digging for precious stones?"

"Coals and reagents, mostly. It paid...less than favorably."

"I apologize for asking so deeply, ser sentry. Perhaps next time I shall tell you of myself?"

"'Tis naught a concern, m'lady. I've nothing to hide from a friend of the Wagonmaster's. Though I would ask that we continue later, when I am not tasked with guard duty."

"I shall look forward to it, then. Stay vigilant, ser sentry."

"Likewise, m'lady."