>>6099004As the three of you converse, you can’t help but pick up on strange noises in the air around you… clicks, howls, squeaks… if you didn’t know better you’d think you were summoned into a zoo!
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Remarks Morook as he cranes his neck skyward and sighs. “When you aren’t distracted by sight your senses are treated to an entirely different symphony…”
“<span class="mu-i">Morook knows the land like the back of his talons,</span>” Volka hisses conspiratorially into your ear, “<span class="mu-i">But all that solitude can make you a little… kooky…</span>”
“Trust me: I was kooky <span class="mu-i">long</span> before I became a ranger.” Adds Morook with a smirk in his tone, prompting a yelp from Volka.
He knows a lot about the land, right? Not that you’re ungrateful, but what should a guy look out for in these parts anyways?
“Well you already had a run-in with Makkar…” Morook begins as if listing the creatures on his talons, “Pack hunters. Easily startled, but packs never make the same mistake twice. It’s best to cull them the minute they attack a caravan.”
“They also make for some good eatin’!” Volka adds, “And the beaks are a crunchy snack if you boil and spice ‘em!”
What else, you ask as you gulp the contents of your stomach back down your throat.
“Ziib are irritating.” Adds Morook as he takes a step towards the campfire, “By the time you hear them it’s too late–they track you down by smell, so make sure to wash regularly–they won’t find you if you smell like grass or natural water.”
“They’re more annoying than anything else…” Shrugs your bodyguard, “They can barely get through scales or chitin to begin with, so at worst you’re left with a few nasty wounds…” She gives you a playful nudge with an elbow bigger than your head. “Gotta love natural armor, right?”
Yea uh… you don’t <span class="mu-i">have</span> that.
“Oh! Yea, they’ll probably devour you in minutes then.” Volka stammers as Morook massages the space between his eyes. “... Sorry…”
>CONTD. 