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It was a hot day out, typical for Oba, so Qoraekai had his hood up as he traveled through the markets. Sure it got him quite a few suspicious looks but he'd take the suspicious looks over a bad sun burn any day. With his skin as it was, he had just learned to ignore people when it came to things like that.

He had come to the market to get some things for Irro who was quite frankly mad that he wouldn't let her just go herself. Qora had heard rumors that the crescents had some members in this town so that meant he wasn't going to let Irro anywhere near it.

With that on his mind, the oban almost swore aloud as he heard a feminine voice shout in distress thinking that his stubborn wife had decided to go out on her own anyway.

Instead, it was a hybrid who seemed to be in some sort of trouble at a fabric merchant. She had oban skin, but blue hair. The man who seemed the altercation was with had her held rather roughly which made Qora's eyes narrow at him. He wasn't sure what was going on as all he had heard was "No, I won't go." Surely someone wouldn't say that if they were stealing, though, having stolen things in the past to survive he had no room to judge.

Walking up to the pair, he eyed the man. He was a lot heftier than Qora was himself so helping in any manner would be a little difficult. Qora knew he would have to depend on the size difference and his speed if he were to do anything. First though, he'd try to get a handle on the situation.

"Is everything okay here, Miss?" He asked sternly. His hands retreated back into his cloak to grasp the daggers on his waist, just in case.

"I agree." Qoraekai said to the merchant. It was a domestic dispute and this time he was going to be both judge and jury. Especially after he heard the poor girl try to reply to him only to issue a squeak in pain.

Swiftly, he started moving. A foot came down on the merchant's foot as hard as he could to try and make the man double over. It seemed to work as them man hunched forward ever so slightly only to be met with an elbow between the xiphoid which made him double back the other way. He took that loss of balance and grabbed the man's arm and twisted it behind his back while with his other hand grabbed a dagger from his hip and put it to the man's throat.

"Consider this dispute settled. Now, if you would kindly let the woman go, we'll be on our way and you can continue doing business." His voice was almost sickeningly sweet and he hoped he didn't scare the poor girl but he just wanted to at least help get free.

Once the girl was out of the man's reach, Qoraekai quickly moved his blade and pushed the vendor forward to make sure he had at least a couple of seconds to make a get away without the man being able to grab him. He, regardless of what it might appear, put his arm around the girl's shoulders and pulled her along with him as best as he could away from the vendor and out of the busy streets. As soon as it seemed that they were in the clear, he slowed to a stop. "Well, at least now I can collect the reward myself." His face was serious for only a fraction of a second before he laughed.

"I tease. I'm Qoraekai. Honestly, I don't know what trouble you've gotten yourself in..." Qora put his hands, palm out, in the air. "But from how the man was handling you it didn't seem warranted. I apologize if I overstepped."

Qora had seen the fear in her eyes and he regretted his small joke. Irro probably would have smacked him if she had seen the look of fear he made that girl have. "Ah, I apologize. I had not meant to scare you." He nodded his head. As he had thought, the girl said she wasn't to blame for anything and he actually believed her. Maybe he was gullible or had a soft spot but he genuinely thought she was telling the truth.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Aari. And please, the pleasure is mine." Her next question was a bit more difficult, especially given the look in her eyes. "I was trained, though, not by great people. They trained me mostly in classic weapons and some hand to hand. Not extensively, but enough to be able to learn other things on my own. But being out on these streets, you kind of need a little bit of knowledge." He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to know how but she just looked so...delicate. Which maybe meant that she needed it even more. He sized her up, from her head to her toes and back again. She looked like she could have some potential but he'd never really taught anyone before...would he be able to if that's what she wanted?

The girl's bashful look made him feel even worse, but not as bad as what her next request was. Qora took a step back, his head shaking slightly. "Sorry, but I can't do that. I can't put you in that kind of position, stranger or no. You'd probably be better off going home to your father and I don't even know what that situation is."

The oban turned slightly so that he wasn't directly facing the girl as he thought. With a sigh, he turned back, palms once more facing forward, the crescent moon scars on his palms easily visible now. "They're basically a cult. A cult that believes in...well, who knows what they actually believe in. They made me do this for a ritual that they thought would solve all that is wrong in the world and return my pigment. Obviously it didn't work so it was completely my fault and I was kicked out, with nothing, bleeding and all by myself. You don't want to go there, hon."

He laughed but there was a tad bit of nervousness with it. "No, though it is a common assumption. I was born without any pigment in my skin. My crystals seemed to have retained some of the gold that is typical of Obans. I'm a pure oban though." Qora always forgot about the people of Sauti, he could easily say he was a hybrid but sometimes that wasn't always a good thing.

With her comment about the cult he laughed heartily. "They would indeed." The albino bit his lip as he thought, should he accept her and teach her something? Would that be responsible or irresponsible of him? Would he even be able to teach her?

Well, Qora supposed it would be good practice for when his unborn children would likely want to learn and it would likely be close to if he had to teach his wife how to fight too. He nodded firmly, "I'll teach you what I can...it seems you need to know something with whatever you've got in your past." He eyed her again, wondering where to start.

"A very wise response." Qora noted to his new companion. "So, Aari, one of the most important things when fighting is your stance. If you don't have a good stance, you'll be easily knocked off balance and lose any edge you might have had." He stopped and stepped a little closer to her. His feet were now shoulder width apart and his knees were slightly bent. "So you want to have a good base, so you keep your feet shoulder width apart and your knees slightly bent. That'll help you keep your balance and be ready to act. See, now if I push you, should be able to keep your balance." He leaned towards her and gave her a small shove. Nothing that would hurt her if she fell but enough to teach her a lesson.