Thats great, Rettick, thanks! Yes, Salkin is a mudokon.
"Um...I dont really like to talk about myself but since you rescued my life, so..."
He sighed and looks down on the ground.
"I was smuggled out from a glukkon camp nearby, by a friend. I am not quite a slave, I just own something they need. It is a small, small, green stick. Its glowing and humms alot, but I think I dropped it in the forest. Hmmph, that would be just right for them, no more glowing piece of crap..."
Salkin looks at Rettick, and then wawed his hands and continued.
"However, I am not a vykker creation, or something in that style, I´m just a mudokon."
He smiled.
"Yep, just that I am, hehe. Oh, i just got up with something. The slogs, are actually not slogs, somehow, they are the sligs creation, when they played with a pack of blitzpacker and three pregnant slogs. It looked quite funny to see slogs drink blitzpacker. You didnt tell me your name, by the way."
"Rettick. Continue on."
"Anyway, my actual job on the camp was to take care of sloggies, thats why they could smell me so good. And I..."
He stroke one foot on the ground, blushed and mumbled something.
"Have you ever heard of coffe? When is the wound gonna be healed? Who are you, Rettick?"
"Um, what?"
Salkin looks ashamed when he sits down on the ground, looks at Rettick and starts to draw symbols in the ground with his finger.