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Saraf glanced over at her as she asked a question of him, wondering for a moment if she actually cared or if she were just being sarcastic. After a moment of thought he decided to answer, "Yet another reason for them to grant me a promotion, if I am lucky." He said, thinking for a moment on all of the things that he could do with a rank in the Oban army, how it would help him to better serve his country and king, as well as what he would be able to do for his mother, "Though I suppose that when I get rank and a promotion in the army that money should follow so... I suppose that would come to me because of you as well." He mused, half to himself.

Giving a bit of a smile he said, "Glory to my king and gods... well, that would be nice too, but I think you're flattering yourself if you think either would turn favor upon be for a single slave. Unless you're the queen of Zena that is, though I don't think you have such a rank there if I recall right?" They were just a bunch of back water tribes, they had what, elders? Something like that, no kings, no queens, so he doubted that she was so important as all of that. No, she was just some random girl and while she was a lovely slave he doubted the Gods would grant him blessing for bringing her in.

Giving a chuckle he said, "A shame though, were it so easy to get a blessing and favor my king or our Gods I would go and capture a whole slew of Zenan prisoners. I will take what I can get for you though."

He rolled his ruby colored eyes then said, "The Gods know me, they have blessed me already many times, even saved my life in battle once, but I can't say that they are all waiting with baited breath for me to bring you in, Zenan. Nor do I think that my people will cheer over the capture of one little girl. It will take a whole lot more then that, which is why after you are patched up and put in your cage that I mean to get back out to work. I can't just sit still if I want that promotion." He wasn't noble born so sitting on his backside wasn't going to guarantee promotion or rank, he needed to strive for it, and meant to do just that.

"Hm? Feel very small? Not in the way your are thinking, nor am I going to cry on your shoulder about my 'terrible circumstances' if that is waht you are looking for." As if anyone would do such a thing with a mere prisoner. What a weird girl she was he thought to himself as he walked along. The sooner they got back the sooner he would be free of her strange questions and ego, and here he thought some of the higher ranked members of the army were bad about how highly they thought of themselves.

The walk fell quiet again, though only for a moment, before she was asking him something else, seeming to change the subject from Saraf to Oba instead. He gave a nod, "There is nothing that I can think of that is the same between the two places save for the heat... and even then it's a very different sort of heat." He missed home, missed his mother, but knew that he was doing all of this so that he could better serve her, his king, and his country. He'd do whatever was necessary to claw his way up the ranks, even battle against these savages and deal with home sickness. It would all be worth it in the end, provided it all worked out, "I can't wait to return, once we are done here of course."

Saraf gave a twitch, "Oh yes, I am sure of the two of us I'm the one carrying a disease and not some back water savage like you." He muttered, finding the insult one that he didn't much care for. He took damn good care of himself, for her to say that he might give her some sort of disease, it caused his ire to rise... but he forced himself to relax. He couldn't let her get to him, not when he was this close to Neued. Just a little longer and he would be rid of her, Essd give him strength. Saraf drew in a breath, held it, then let it out slowly before he said, "Not long now." He could hear his fellow soldiers as they went about their work, something that gave him hope, it wouldn't be all that much longer and he would have finally gotten his prize back to Neued where she belonged.

Jerking his head to one side as she spoke again he found himself starring at her wide eyed, mouth slightly agape, "Excuse me...?" Would he coem visit her? For a moment he wondered if she were serious, before he shook his head, realizing that she was likely mocking him, "As if, once you are with the other captives you're no longer my problem. I am sure you will have your like minded friends to chat with before you're shipped off to Oba. I'd suggest just resting up though, the trip is a long one." He told her, all but cheering when they finally reached their destination. They had made it, they were in Neued, and he'd done it! He'd successfully capture his first prisoner! A part of him wanted to cheer in delight over the accomplishment... but it wasn't something he could do, not yet, not until she was delivered to the slave pens.

"Come on, let's get that ankle dealt with then you can join the rest of the captives." He said, motioning to her to follow him. By now he felt that surely any thought of escape had left her mind, or so he hoped, now that they were surrounded by soldiers. If she tried to escape now there would be many who could stop her, meaning that really the only thing he had left to do was tend to the ankle and drop her off. It was something that had him smiling as he brought her to where a healer was set up, asking the Oban woman about wrapping his captive's ankle, unable to smile a little at getting to call the Zenan woman 'his captive' even though he knew she wouldn't be 'his' for much longer.