Nimol sighed, "Chief Wapi seems like a hard one to judge. Sometimes I don't know if he will shake my hand or slap me in the face!". Nimol handed out a Scrab-kebab to each of his new friends. "Oh yeah Typo, I meant to ask... what are those funny looking sticks for? The ones that are outside your house? Some kind of... skiis?". He coughed slightly as a piece of meat went down the wrong way.
Nimol looked towards the Mudokon, "Your friend, he's an Outlaw right? I used to see a couple of those in my travels. Which part of Mudos do you hail from? I was from the North side myself". Nimol stood up and was making some preperations for the night. He checked the windows and had a look at the latch on the door. "Could do with a bit of oil". He got a can and began oiling the lock mechanism, he checked to see if it worked. It did.
He tried to open the lock, but it was stuck. After a few minutes, he fixed the problem and the lock was open again. "Daft thing". Nimol's eyes were drooping slightly.
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