Cheddar examined the new slig as Slugger treated his slog. Much as he didn't like admitting it, there wasn't much he could do in the healing line of things without the right herbs and such, and he'd watched the sligs burn his tent the day before, billowing thick, black heady-scented smoke from the dry plants inside.
It had been a hard moment for Cheddar, to watch all his belongings, his plants and potions, trinkets and symbols, his books, his clothes, his other masks and staffes all go up in smoke.
And after already examining Slugger so closely he felt drained inside, not physically, but spiritually. He had been rather idol the last few years, apart from the odd wound to heal, meeting to attend or festival or ceremony to present.
However, seeing tears welling in the sligs eyes was enough for him. That certainly was a sign that he had been free for at least some of his life, so all emotion hadn't been beaten out of him.
He was about to speak when a rumble of thunder made him aware of the rain now pouring heavily.
Cheddar: "We need to find some shelter if we can, the storm is really beggining now." He turns to Sly, "I would like to have a few words with you soon, but we must get some cover first, would you agree to staying with us mudokons for some of the storm at least, there are more on the way I hope and we had some sligs in the village you might care to talk with, one of them we know survived."
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