[Gretin]

He looked quizzically up at Sefon again, but decided to ask the more important of the two questions in his mind. "What are you doing here? As in, in this room? What if they", he gestured towards the door, "find you in here talking to me?"

Sefon grinned, "Oh, I don't think I'm in any danger. Sligs and mudokons seem to be about equal around here now... And I'm pretty sure I can get myself out of trouble if need be."

He put his hand to his chin for a few moments...

"Now, the question is... what to do now?" Sefon was more thinking aloud than talking to Duagen. "From what I gather, the slig and the black mudokon, I haven't heard either of their names yet, were planning to report your entry to the boss... So unfortunately I don't think I can do anything for you yet. But the boss around here now, that's Arnie, isn't exactly against mudokons, so I don't think you'll have too much trouble. It's even possible he'd let you go free, but if he doesn't, I might be able to get you out somehow."

He paused, then added in a quieter voice, "You're probably wondering about this, so I'll clear it up; I'm a native, free mudokon myself."

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Anni: "What are you doing here? What is it with sligs and their guns, you think they make you look more important?"

Groll was startled to hear Anni's voice and turned away from the slog for a moment and was about to answer her when the slog seemed to choose just that moment to leap.

He swung his rifle quickly around to aim at the slog again and almost fired, but then stopped himself... His rifle was designed in such a way that it had six smaller barrels inside the large one to allow him to fire rapidly, one at a time, or slowly, with one large blast of six bullets. At the moment, it was set to the latter, which would result in either a lot of damage or death to the slog, and considering the boss around here was nice to mudokons, it wouldn't surprise him if slogs were also given more respect than normal.
And with that in mind, he couldn't very well afford to use the rapid fire setting either, as even a small shot could potentially get him into trouble, not to mention the fact that he could hit the mudokon by mistake.

So instead, he did something that probably wasn't one of his best ideas...
Running up to the slog and mudokon, he started yelling, "Hey, get off! What do you think your doing?!"

<•-•-•-•-•>

Frod was lying on his bed (and his bag) apparently still asleep, but was intently listening to the exchange between #7 Slig and Bonty. As Rick crashed out of his bed, Frod slowly and leisurely got up and stretched.
"Hello chums!" he called out cheerfully, "What time is it?"