At mér skyldi kaupa

Kuroki yawned, ears flicking back briefly. Raids probably felt like a big deal to those on the receiving end, but Oki struggled to find the fire. It wasn't like they were out to murder anyone, anything they took could be replaced. Stuff was just stuff, right? The invaders had to put on a big show of strength, snarls in their throats and teeth bared, but it was all just posturing. Going through the motions and all that, expected.

He slowed to a walk, the pitch black of his gaze flitting over that the fights that were starting to take place. Nothing overly violent from what he saw, fair enough.