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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 10:28 pm
  Twin blue eyes glanced around the large Dining Hall that he was to meet his new employer in, taking in the various items on the shelves and walls with a curious look in his eyes. His first instinct was to take some of the valuable things around the Dining Hall and then escape back to his kin with the treasure in hand. However after squashing that thought and realizing that the longer he worked under this male named Damien, the more money he would make; seeing as he was being paid on a regular basis in gold by his new "master" as some might call the man. To him, he was simply his employer who was looking for mercenaries to fight for him or to train his soldiers. Either way it mattered little to Kovarro, in the end he was going to be accomplishing what he came there for; whilst getting paid in food and a place to live alongside the gold Damien would provide for his services, it was a good way to live, for now that is. Eventually he would have to return to his people, to lead them once more from his throne in Vaes Dothrak, but until then he was going to be somewhat content. The food was somewhat strange to get used to, since he was used to the basic cooking his people did when out on the hunt for animals or when they were fighting, but in a way it was tasteful too. They cooked things in a very different way here in Westeros, using different ingredients and ways of actually preparing the food.
Reaching forward the Dothraki male grabbed one of the grapes laying out on the large table, popping it into his mouth before glancing around calmly. It was indeed a place that any man could tell belonged to royalty, but it was also something that he himself couldn't picture owning or living in. It was much too big for anyone to remain in when not fighting or training, what use was there for so much space as a Dothraki? He didn't mount his kills like trophies on the wall, nor did he like to keep pictures or weapons on the walls like so many of these men did. What good was a weapon hanging on a wall in combat, by the time you retrieved it from the mounting brackets on the wall you could already be stabbed by the enemy. It was a stupid thing to do in his mind, but then again he was a being bred and trained to be a master of combat since the day he was born. Everything within the Dothraki lifestyle prepared them for war and combat, no matter if they were born in a "noble" bloodline or even just a commoner bloodline. They were sent to be trained in the way of warfare, it was their custom as Dothraki kin to do this.
Turning to his host Damien Tyrell, Kovarro looked over his body and stance for a moment before chuckling to himself. It was quite obvious from the way his body was built that the man knew how to fight for himself, but it was also obvious from the way he stood that he wasn't always on a battlefield like most military commanders. Then again, being the King of The Reach had it's many advantages, like being able to hire outside help like himself to train the soldiers of The Reach to fight like he did. The way the royalty were treated in Westero baffled Kovarro, seeing as himself was what many considered a king within his world. Yet he was one of the first people out to go on a hunt or to raid a city to find slaves and treasure for his people. The thought of sitting on a throne doing nothing but eat and be treated like a god confused him, yet it also made him quite curious as to what it was like being treated that way. Walking forward Kovarro looked the male in the eye, his beautiful blue orbs staring intently into Damien's own green eyes before speaking to the male. His voice was rough like most of his kin, yet also held a strange softness to it that would make many think he was talking down onto them. "Athchomar chomakaan. Hash yer dothrae chek?" His words carried throughout the room quietly, his eyes shifting slightly to the side as he finished speaking.
One thing he learned upon coming to Westeros was that he needed to learn to speak Common more fluently, it was becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with other people in the area that weren't Damien. He was lucky that his employer spoke Dotharki like himself, since this meant that he didn't have to completely learn Common before coming over to the continent. However now that he was here and it seemed that he would be staying there for a decent length of time he would have to consult Damien on finding someone to teach him Common and maybe any of the other languages the male might suggest he learn. With that in mind he spoke once more, this time using his broken Common to interact with the male so any others that might be with him could understand him. "You find teacher for Common? Despite his words seemingly being rude in their base form, he meant no disrespect with the way he spoke; having only learned the bare essentials of the language so he could greet those and respond to any basic questions they had. This did not include the ability to properly mix words from the language together in a respectful or semi-respectful way.
With those words said he stepped back, keeping his arms at his sides so as to not seem disrespectful when standing around. He hadn't spent any time learning their customs when it came to speaking with someone of a higher rank than them, seeing as in his community even when another Dothraki was speaking to him they could be sitting around or even lazily leaning against their weapons. Here in Westeros he'd heard of people being executed for standing the wrong way around their king and leaders. Whilst he could probably handle any of the guards around the area if they attacked him, there was little to no chance of him being able to reach his horse and escape to a boat that could get him back to his own Continent before he was attacked again, perhaps by ranged weaponry or even just basic ground infantry with spears or swords. It wasn't something he looked forward to having happen if he could stop it ahead of time, so with that in mind he remained silent; waiting for Damien to respond before doing anything else but stand there in the middle of the large dining hall, his eyes focused entirely on the light brown haired male.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 10:29 pm
Kovarro watched his brother enter behind him, the brown haired male grabbing a goblet of wine from the table before downing it and throwing it away. Despite the fact that it would normally be considered rude to anyone, Kovarro couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as he watched his brother interact with the various people in the room. Between the two of them Lavakho was definitely the one that needed help with his common the most, seeing as he barely understood the words they used aside from the basic things like I, He, You, and These according to the way he was moving around introducing everything he touched or pointed to. It was an amusing sight even to Kovarro, seeing his brother pretend to be a complete and utter moron when it came to anything other than combat or Dothraki; despite knowing that it wasn't actually how the male thought or acted around their people. He was quite an intelligent person compared to most other Dothraki, but he could tell that Lavakho was messing around due to either boredom or lack of respect for their host and employer Damien. Then again most of his people would do the same thing, it wasn't everyday that they were hired by someone that wasn't a Dothraki, especially one as young as the man in front of him was.
However he himself wasn't like other Dothraki, he didn't feel the same way as them; he saw the benefits of working for someone who was rich like Damien was, it resulted in much more gold being in his pockets, and by extension his peoples pockets. The warriors he brought with him would profit from it, alongside his people back in Vaes Dothrak who would potentially receive clothing and food from their employer if he did well enough during his time in Westeros. Kovarro's piercing blue gaze shifted to the side slightly, taking in the sight of his other Ko; Lajak entering the Dining Hall alongside his brother. Though for now he seemed to be much more calm and composed when it came to interacting with their employer and his people, something Kovarro was somewhat thankful for. The last thing he needed was for them to be attacked because Lavakho was trying to be amusing in his actions. If they were back home Kovarro could care less how his brother acted, but now that they were in an entirely new continent than what they were used to; he needed to save as much face as possible before people started to listen to the rumors about his people being nothing but savages and murders who would rather plunder and pillage the cities in Westeros than live in them.
With that in mind Kovarro reached up to scratch his chin, his fingers digging through the beard and stubble on his chin in thought as he stared at Damien and his various consultants or whatever they wished to be called. From what little he could understand when they spoke common, some of the people were already weary of him and his two Ko's being in their city. When Damien introduced OIivia to him as his Common instructor, Kovarro couldn't help but look her up and down with an appraising gaze before stepping forward slightly. Patting the man in front of him on the shoulder, the brown-haired Dothraki spoke to him in his native tongue, finding it much easier to use than Common. "My thanks Damien, this will help tremendously." With that said he took his hand off the boys shoulder, stepping back once more before letting a slight smile dance across his lips as he turned to look fully at Olivia. Whilst he didn't enjoy the woman's disrespect to his brother, and by extension himself with her words; he knew there was no point in responding harshly to them, at least no yet. Thankfully Lajak was there to help diffuse the potential situation between the two with his words about not taking orders from the woman, only Damien. Chuckling quietly to himself Kovarro spoke towards Olivia himself, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly on her as he did so. "Whilst it may be that he is called those titles by your people, we are not your people. We are Dothraki! We do not refer to people by those titles, he is Damien to us. If this displeases him we will have to find something we can both agree on."
With that said he fell silent, turning to look at his brother out of the corner of his eye; his arm coming up to rest on the males shoulder in hopes of calming any potential anger he might feel towards the woman. He would be able to understand any anger his brother might feel, but he also understood that acting upon said anger would only result in bad things happening to the three of them. Even if he himself alongside Lajak didn't do anything with Lavakho, it would still reflect poorly on his people which would cause the Westeros populous to call for either their execution or their imprisonment, two things that he didn't exactly want to happen at the moment. He had much more important things to do than to sit around in a prison cell for days on end until Damien or his people decided to forgive them and release them. He would rather spend that time learning Common or even training soldiers for their new "Master" as some might call the boy. With that in mind he spoke once more, focusing entirely on Olivia with his words as he did so. "I apologize if my words offend you, or the words of my brothers. We are not used to your customs or your ways of speaking, amongst my people the most respect we have is when using Khal or Ko as a title. We do not have such things as King, Majesty or Lords." He spoke in his heavily accented Dothraki tongue, his voice rough and deep; sounding almost displeased in the way the woman responded to his brother.
He could only hope that during his time learning from the woman she would come to understand that when they spoke to people using just their names that was actually rather respectful among his people, seeing as many of the Dothraki kind use insults alongside a persons name instead of just stating their name, they had no use for titles like the people of Westeros did. With that in mind Kovarro merely leaned back on his heels slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at their hosts.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 10:30 pm
Kovarro tilted his head down slightly, looking up at Olivia from the top of his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, his body hunched slightly forward as he leaned back against the table behind him. The woman amused him; it was very rare that someone stood up against a Dothraki warrior, especially in the sarcastic way that she had. It was refreshing to know that not everyone in Westeros was afraid of the way his people acted. Then again she also had the knowledge that should they even attempt anything against her they would most likely be executed before they can leave the building. Reaching up Kovarro gently stroked his beard, thinking deep on her words for a moment before he let out a loud chuckle, amused by her words towards him. "You have guts woman. I like that, I haven't been spoken to like that in a very long time. It's...amusing. Very well, I will be kind this once, and refer to him as King Damien. As for the stick you say is in my a**..well I'm afraid that's a bit harder to deal with. You see I got it in battle a long time ago, and just never found someone who could remove it."
Giving a deep chuckle the Khal leaned his body back, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he turned to look at his brother Lavakho. It seemed the male thought like he always did, with his muscles or his lower appendage. For some reason the male pretended to be a stupid brute like most other Dothraki, for what reason Kovarro could not discern from the brief conversations they had. In the end it didn't matter that much to him, it amused him somewhat to watch his brother interact with those around him, even if it did put him into some tough spots previously. A smiled tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes twinkling with mirth at the thought of some of the things him and his brother had been through due to the males amusing personality. Shifting his head to the side slightly, Kovarro turned his attention to Lajak, the second Ko with him to listen as he spoke. It seemed that the male didn't really care for the way their relationship with Damien was going, something Kovarro could somewhat agree on. However in the end it would only help benefit them, having someone with money and stature to back them when they performed missions or raids on places. Something they dearly needed if they were ever going to colonize to Westeros from Vaes Dothrak, which they definitely needed to do considering it had better farmland and better mineral yield than Vaes Dothrak did.
Scratching his chin once more in thought Kovarro pushed himself away from the table, walking towards Damien before stopping in front of the boy. He stared into the kings eyes, searching for any deceit or ill intentions for him or his group of warriors. After a moment of doing this he turned to look at Olivia, regarding her with his piercing blue gaze as he mulled over her words about being the Master of Coins in Highgarden. When she pulled a gold coin from her pouch and threw it towards Lavakho the male grinned slightly, his hand shooting forward as his fingers curled around the coin mid air. Pulling his fist back he opened it up, allowing the coin to rest gently in his palm as he stared down at it calmly. Bringing it up to his face he sniffed it briefly before giving it a somewhat hard bite to test it's authenticity; such was the way he had been taught to do when he was younger by his parents. Pulling the piece of metal from his mouth he flicked it over his shoulder towards Lavakho, the coin spinning perfectly onto the males shoulder if he didn't catch it himself.
After a moment of silence as Kovarro mulled over Damien's request for his men to return to Essos to raid Volantis for slaves and whatever else they could find whilst pillaging the cities, he spoke in a soft tone; a playful almost devious grin danced across his lips as he did so. "Very well, King Damien; we will return to Essos and raid these Volantis...just not right now. I wish to learn about your world if possible; about your gods and your customs. " His voice took on a serious tone as he tilted his head to the side slightly, genuinely curious about how the world of Westeros worked when it came to the small things like laws and religion. In his world, his home of Vaes Dothrak they worshiped the Great Stallion, and their laws were used only when something trivial happened like a woman cheating on her husband, or a man killing another man for his land. Each of these usually ended in the same punishments; death, torture, or freedom, it was a very unsophisticated way to deal with their criminals in his world, but then again all of Essos was like that. They all lacked the advancements of the world around them, instead choosing to keep doing their old ways, their old habits and old combat methods. It was a painful thing to witness, seeing the people around him refuse to evolve or advance in anyway aside from their raiding and slave capturing methods. Turning to Olivia he spoke once more, this time allowing the smallest of smiles to be shown as he did so; knowing that unlike Damien she wouldn't find smiles and jokes as amusing or comforting. "Teach me your ways of life Olivia, I wish to learn as much as I can about your peoples ways."
With that said he stepped back slightly, leaning back on the ball of his foot as he waited for her or Damien to respond to his statements. In all honesty he'd hoped to have more time to learn the Westeros way of fighting before being forced to raid or attack anyone, knowing that their armor and bows were far more advanced than the crude axes and swords his people wielded.
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