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"Strange folk, like'n thar."
He points at the Ambassador, his plainly alien form now visible.
"Folks go'en mad, animals tackn thae vallage. Paeple dassapaeran. Strang fires."
The barkeeper leans close.
"An they say the Mer do'n south be flee'n tae land. Mansters fram thae dark ben tekken their vallagas, huge thangs that if all be norm'l, wouldna stray from thae depths. What I wonders is, what be makin them need tae."
He nods darkly.
"Aye, taisn a gad time. I wonders sometimes if tis the doomsday."
He looks over at the Ambassador.
(Fort_Master_Gustav )
"Aisn'a know whar ye fram eh? Last yer mien perhap. And i'll tek me chances wi' me kosh if e try any'n. Mebbe talkin would ease I'sn mind, ye knae?"
RedAndCosmoteer
A couple of hours later, the procession returns, slowly, they are using bull like animals to drag the Illateri drop pods, the gates swing open, and the procession moves inside, the gates closing behind it.
Jenwuf
The old man starts to laugh
"E'en nat thae 'bomanable snaeman ais ye lad? Caem don tae brang tha waenter?"
He carries on laughing for about thirty seconds, finishing with a series of hacking coughs.
"Eeeh, I daent knae what tae b'leive nae more. Sae much oddness araen."
