Mas’atar was about to answer Kithane’s question when he paused, stopping in mid step, “Kithane, you remember the way don’t you? To my workshop?”
He took out a key, to give to the satyr. The drow was sure Kithane had been around long enough to know his way around, ”You’ve reminded me that I have to be somewhere.”
At this moment, Szin’nolu decided he should step out and make his presence known, “Mas’atar," He began in the drow language, "I could make sure…It makes it there with your supplies.”
“Szin’nolu, I didn’t know you were here.” Mas’atar raised one eyebrow, suspicious of his friend. He continued in english, “That’s not necessary. He can make it there fine.”
"I insist. You’re job is important…It would be unfortunate is something were to happen to the supplies." Szin’nolu countered, also in english, bright green eyes on the satyr, slit pupils constricted.
"Oh yes, of course. Shall I go ahead and wait for you there?" The satyr asks still smiling as he holds out his hand to take the key from his master, the sudden sound of the stranger’s voice surprised Kithane and he spun round quickly to view the stranger that had suddenly spoken.
Their native language passed between them before Mas’atar spoke in English again and Kithane glanced round to his master with a nod. “I’ll be fine, I promise, Mas’atar.” The blond said earnestly, he so wanted the drow to trust him, after all he had no reason not to…
Kithane did not like this man, he didn’t seem to trust Kithane at all, but then again he’d never met him and if it made his master feel better he could get this man to accompany him..