be of use, redeemed and wasted

The woman greeted her in a language that sounded familiar to that of Hattori. He was still in the early stages of learning this new native tongue from his companion Ari. Embarassment prevented him from responding in the same tongue, afraid he would make a mistake and say something offensive. The woman introduced herself as Sayuri.

Áskell nodded. "Yes, a young tiger was wandering into our territory but I managed to chase it off." He glanced at his left shoulder where the tiger had clocked him with its claws leaving three lacerations down the limb. "I was just on my way to find a healer to get this cleaned up." While he knew some basic first aid it was a skill he knew little of and didn't want to employ unless he absolutely had to.