Galen watched the young lad, listening carefully, trying to understand what was being said. The hand gestures helped, and he was able to generally piece together what the boy was trying to say, though there were places he had to guess, and wasn't sure if his guess was correct or not. Scratching his beard lightly, Galen put a light hand on Nightengale. The boy had pronounced his name, though it seemed rough on his tongue, too. He wasn't sure what the kid was feeling or thinking, he was both scared, excited, angry, and enthusiastic at the same time, and it wasn't easy to interpret.
Galen spoke, using hand gestures to tell a story just as much as his words did. "Big winds, big seas." He said, imitating a storm with his voice and arms. It was very much like any old storyteller, acting out and illustrating their tale, it was an old tradition commonly found in most areas, bards, storytellers, oral communication being linked with acting, dancing, song. Galen wondered if the people of Ransei did anything similar. "Ship after lost big wind."
Galen made a scene of opening his map to study, and then looking around for land. "I come... to learn people, give cloth, get eat." He knew he wasn't speaking very well, he just hoped that the Ransei child would understand. He then touched the silver feather on his necklace. "Seek this treasure."
Finally, he held out a hand to Kinta. "Kinta. I not attack. Friend."
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