(IC) Shipwrecked
"Child you are, ordering us about is not. Wise it is, asking others you should do. Dangerous you ask. Plan you have, asked others you did not. Insulted I am, care you do not. Killed you will be. Aid you I won't." The tortle slowly gets up. Really slowly. It looks at the human, lowers its head and taps the ground. It tilts its head slightly and rubs the chin "Live here I do. Passes it does, time yes." Oddly Yawgo seems calm. Doesn't raise its voice, but seems serious. It glances towards Lenore and Kriv looking up at them then up at the foliage above.
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