The shot whistled past his head and directed his attention back to its source."Hold Friend!" came the greetings. Naeliim didn't offer a reply to his new "friend", but held still and silent. This waiting was a custom of the navigators, no gesture to raise alarm and no word until told to speak. " Ah no, this is the one are waiting on I think." came a second voice rigid and almost stiltedly directing the first."He's worn around the edges." "Yes all of them are, but this one is expected; let him in!" directed the second.
Naeliim heard the tension on the cord release, then the man reveled himself from behind a barricade. He was really a boy to Naeliim's eyes. He had the first kiss of a beard about his chin and certainly wasn't full grown. The traveler eyed the boys slingshot and laughed a bit. If pushed the weapon would prove little use against determined arm's.