After helping the men gather some food and wood from the storage to create a fire as well as pack for tomorrow they’d relax. That’s when Ittindi would strike, their had to be an available bucket he already had rags. It wasn’t long before Ittindi was visiting all the separated tents washing camp goers feet while listening to their stories. Honestly he didn’t care about their personal stories, talk about wars and sides. Ittindi should of read the countries brief on his way here, but he wanted to finish house monthly there was a new style of broom coming into style in Noble households.
Ittindi would have to read about this new order bringing a different style of protection to these people. It seemed there was an organizational clash between them the Rune Knights hadn’t been briefed on any dangers so Ittindi assumed it was internal strife. He had to be aware of his rank when he was in a foreign country. Hopefully he wouldn’t meet any high ranking official they hated his more eccentric hobbies like feet washing.
He was currently washing a teenage boy’s foot, as Ittindi asked him basic questions. Unknowingly having someone listen to him, albeit not perfectly caused a torrent of emotions from the boy. His greasy unkempt hair was messy and made a bang shape in the front of his face. He was sniffling then into full tears as Ittindi continued to follow his typical pattern of hitting all dirty crevices in between toes. That’d usually make the ticklish laugh, but he was crying harder now. Ittindi hated it, looking around to see if the boy’s parents or guardians were near by.