Baeyl Teken'ghym creeps with caution around the ruins of the ancient city, though stealth stands to be sacrificed for all of the little pouches, bottles, and vials she has kept on her person. Crouched low to the ground, she clutches a small cluster of crystal in her hand, which glows dimly with small bursts of light, almost as if there was a small, flickering candle inside. Her clothes have a fine film of dust, and the faint, sick-sweet smell of rot accompanies her. Seems that she might have killed some--
Baeyl Teken'ghym: --ashkin on her way here. Moving her arm in several different directions, she tries to get some change in the crystal's behavior, but nothing seems to change...

Baidur Qestir had beeen in the area, also creeping about and studying the land, ashkin, or other signs of anything mildly interesting. Or threatening. Ashkin were enough for him, but for whatever reason, didn't seem to kin on bothering him thus let him go about his business. He plucks something from the rubble he's picking through, flicks it aside, then pivots to continue on his journey but he pauses upon the sound of footstep that didn't match that of the walking dead's. He blinks, slowly, trying to >
Baidur Qestir > focus his attention on whom... it could be. He takes a cautious step forward, barely brushing by one of the wandering ashkin. Still obeying his tribe's way of life, he doesn't call out or try to use his voice, at least yet. Though, he tries to offer a friendly wave, assumping that the other person wasn't aggressive or easy to scare.

Baeyl Teken'ghym: The light from the crystal grows dimmer, and Baeyl's sharp eyes turn from the crystal to her surroundings. She takes in the sight of some tall, skeletal, dark, horned figure nearby, and the docile ashkin not very far from them. She is up on one knee in an instant, the hand not holding the crystal cluster clamped around a rapier at her side. She takes a moment's pause to consider the ashkin shambling near, then rushes down the crumbling steps towards the figure at the bottom.

Baidur Qestir , who had grabbed his staff before he approached (whoops), merely leans against it as the duskwight jumps to action, glowing eyes studying her movements. He doesn't flinch or attempt to move away. It slowly dawns upon him that it was the ashkin she was probably after, in which he turns just slightly to point his staff at it. He grunts softly when he taps his staff to the ground, fire shooting from its orb and lighting the ashkin aflame, quickly, and into dust. Turning back to her, he >
Baidur Qestir > offers a gentle smile, seeming to understand her unease? Or maybe it was apologetic. He wasn't good at smiling.

Baeyl Teken'ghym stopped short as the strange figure unexpectedly...destroyed the ashkin that was not far off. It had only just noticed Baeyl was there as its body erupted in flame and ash. She stands with her mouth agape for a few seconds, her eyes turning from the smouldering pile of ash to the smiling? scowling? sneering? figure. Clearly there is some misunderstanding. She closes what distance remains, the tip of her rapier pointed at the scales under Baidur's chin. "...Who are you?" The ice in her voice-
Baeyl Teken'ghym: --is clear. Still wary.

Baidur Qestir goes cross-eyed, if only momentarily, as he glanced down at her rapier. He still doesn't flinch. Eyes back to her, his expression flashes with that of comprehension, opening his mouth but without saying anything. He closes it, sighs, and then attempts to motion with his free hand that he doesn't speak; covering his mouth, finger to his lips, shaking his head while pointing at his throat? He knows not everyone can understand his weird hand-waving gestures to communicate-- but he's trying. >
Baidur Qestir > If she still couldn't catch on, he had another method in mind, but now he was just gauging her next approach.

Baeyl Teken'ghym 's blade eases down, but only slightly, in Baeyl's silent confusion on watching the skeleton of a man try to gesture to her. Her face is a little difficult to read, so it is unclear right away if she understands him or not. With a squint of her eyes, she makes a slight jerking motion with her head. "...Open up your mouth. Hold out your tongue. Let me see it."

Baidur Qestir 's natural expression forces a deadpan-- he can't control it!! But he follows her order, opening his mouth and sticking out his purple-blue lizard-man tongue. It's there, but... his message didn't come across liek he'd hope. Closing his mouth, he turns to the pile of ashes and shuffles to it, using his foot to spread it about. After a few moments, he finally spells out his name 'Baidur', to the best of his ability. Maybe a little messy, artistic-wise.  Baidur looks back to her, gesturing>
Baidur Qestir > to himself. Him. He's Baidur.

Baeyl Teken'ghym peers at Baidur's tongue. She seems unsure still, looking first to the man, and then to the crystal clutched in her hand. Its light had gone out completely. With an unsatisfied sigh, she pockets it. "...Baldur?"
Baeyl Teken'ghym: "...You're not dead, though somehow, to the crystal, you are."
Baeyl Teken'ghym: "What are you doing out here?"

Baidur Qestir quickly adjusts the 'i' in his name and taps his staff at the ground several times, in an attempt to correct her. Tap tap tap. B A I D U R. Though, his expression doesn't show any sort of annoyance. But... moving on to more pressing matters, he gives the area a quick once-over and retrieves his journal, making a writing motion. And then he points a bony finger to one of the nearby ashkin. Studying, mostly. Burning ashkin if they bother him. Her purses his lips in thought as she pockets >
Baidur Qestir > something, then canting his head. He's gone back to leaning against this staff like some decrepit old man.

Baeyl Teken'ghym: "..."
Baeyl Teken'ghym takes a pouch full of something from her hip, loosening the drawstrings, and tosses it to Baidur. "Catch". Something whitish and granulated spills as it flies towards him.

Baidur Qestir has the dexterity of a rock and promptly gets smacked in the face, stumbling back into the wall and making very disgruntled sounds. Ppfpfptt. PppFFFPfptt. Grunt. Urgh.

Baeyl Teken'ghym: If any of it got in Baidur's mouth, he could probably easily tell it was salt. Baeyl winced at the lack of grace from the bony man.  But the salt seemed harmless. Baidur was much more of a danger to himself. Seemingly satisfied with this, the rapier went away into its sheath.
Baeyl Teken'ghym approches and holds out a hand. "Forgive my prolonged caution. Are you alright?"

Baidur Qestir makes the face of a disgusted cat as he keeps spitting the unwanted salt from his mouth and when enough of it was gone, he sighed in relief and started to pull himself from his slump against the ruins. When she offers her hand, he looks at it and then to her, promptly pulling himself back up without her assistance. He gives her a dismissive way, trying to show 'it's okay' by his expression, an apologetic smile. He nods right after, dusting himself off a little. He again cants his head >
Baidur Qestir > trying to ask what she's doing out here.