[It's past sunset which is when the miqo'te prefers to start his day, at the moment seeing what he can do about a meal in town before everything closes down for the night. Cehd'ra's ears twitch at Kyousuke's approach, resisting the urge to duck away...but if he wanted to be a threat he would have had that sword drawn.
Hearing him out puts Cehd'ra much closer to at ease, the miqo'te subconsciously tugging his somewhat tattered black and gold uniform straighter, his own daggers still sheathed on his hips. This is the sheriff now? That would mean...]
I've already signed on, sir. Cehd'ra Rowe.
[Should he salute? Bow? This isn't the army but there has to be some protocol...]
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Hearing him out puts Cehd'ra much closer to at ease, the miqo'te subconsciously tugging his somewhat tattered black and gold uniform straighter, his own daggers still sheathed on his hips. This is the sheriff now? That would mean...]
I've already signed on, sir. Cehd'ra Rowe.
[Should he salute? Bow? This isn't the army but there has to be some protocol...]