By the exacerbated expression registering on the other troll’s face, Mog concluded she probably wasn’t a very good catch on sarcasm. Probably another characteristic of the whole feral persona she had going.
The next message scrawled into the soil was similar to the first one. _a_e. Not ‘safe’ again, something different.
He looked at it for a long time, but couldn’t figure it out. The other troll was staring at him expectantly and he was suddenly very nervous again. Asking questions would do no good if he couldn’t understand the answers. He didn’t even know her name.
‘Name.’ This whole ‘thinking-really-hard-until-the-word-came-up’ was stupid. He’d have to try and find his chart of characters when he woke up.
“I’m Mog. Slayer of pirates and king of keys,” he smiled slightly at his own joke and bowed gallantly. Despite his low blood, he still liked to keep up on proper etiquette. Dragons were classy creatures, and he couldn’t stain the family name.
“I’d…ask yours, but I probably wouldn’t understand,” he let out a short sigh of his own, “I think…I’ve just gotten lucky on the last two.”
Mog… what a strange name. Sevien had never heard a name like it. Mog’s appearance wasn’t exactly what she’d call normal either. It didn’t concern her much although it did pique her curiosity.
There were other questions. He called himself a slayer of pirates which interested her. What exactly where these pirates? Where they fun to kill? Tasty? Sevien allowed her body to rock back and forth in thought.
When Sevien glanced at him again, he was bending forward for incomprehensible reasons. Why trolls did that, she would never understand. But they couldn’t communicate anyway. The fact he understood anything at all was a miracle and she hadn’t even hoped for that much.
The stick was useless now.
Sevien threw it into a bush some metres away. It landed accompanied by the soft shake of leaves. She stood up, not bothering to brush the dust and dirt off herself.
Then she froze.
There was a second rustling sound. It couldn’t be the stick. She was sure it wasn’t another troll too. Sevien armed herself, not casting a glance at the Mog troll. He would be nothing but a liability if he wasn’t armed. For now they were disadvantaged and the game needed all the players it could get.
Sevien pushed him away, hoping he’d get the hint. It could be a false alarm but she wasn’t ready to risk that just yet.