"My name is Gyron." the Cri'len said, "Come with me." As Gyron led Blarg, Xan, Drogin and Krezz further down the beach, he continued to speak, "You see this underground place is actually sort of a miracle. I talk with the life down here and they tell me that they were drawn down here by the scent of water. Some how, many many years ago, this ocean was created. That caused the vegatation to grow. As for the light, well look up."
They all looked up and saw rock formations that were glowing.
"Those rock provide the light. As for me, I am the only one of my kind on Mudos. I used to live on the other continent known as Garkkil. There our race was the main inhabitants. We have Muds, sligs, glukkons and all the other Mudos races there as well. The glukkons began to drive our race to extinction because our muscles were the tastiest meat in Garkkil. Our hardened skin was used to make decorative knick knacks and our thick 'wing skin' under our arms was used to make the most fashionable clothes. Well to escape their clutches, my tribe and I tried to escape by making a flotation device, but the glukkons captured us before we could leave. I was very small back then, so they didn't see me hiding on the boat, so I slowly drifted out to sea and made my way to Mudos, eating fish and sea water to keep me alive. Finally I made it and I made a seclusive home underground, instead of my usual tree homes, so no one would find me."
They made it to Gyron's home and he took them inside.
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