IC: Ark sighed; instead of clearing away the number of creatures in Arnie’s general area seemed to be growing, rather than diminishing.
“Might as well ask someone else,” Ark whispered to himself, “Just think of this as a good chance to meet someone new, and since I’m doing that I might as while ask a slig or a vykker. Though I could just ask whoever is closest.”
Thus on that last word he turned to the small group near him, and he asked the slig (#7 slig), “Um, sorry to interrupt, but do you know were #7 slig is? I want to ask him about getting a different job. Preferable a guard post.”
‘A slig just had to be closest. Ah well, I guess it doesn’t really matter.’ Ark thought to himself.
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