After the third drink, Imass felt comfortably numb and was able to relax for once. When Zeb spoke, the Akalak imagined hunting and slaying the gigantic beasts he talked about. Amuse from achieving such accomplishments was Garonn's mental chatter at the moment. The glory and spoils of such a victory would be satisfying indeed. Imass on the other thought of Caiya and what she represented. He wandered what the gorilla's allegiance to her was.
"Jamoura, that what they call your kind?" Imass put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the brick wall, "I am known as an Akalak. We hail from the great city Riverfall. All Akalak are similarly colored. We are a warrior and hunter race. We slay beasts on the plains of Cyprus for sport," the blueman left out many details of how they revered all their kills.
Smirking at Zeb, almost taunting him with the notion that he enjoyed the simple slaying of creatures, "Purveyor of knowledge Zeb, tell me of these beasts from your city... wait, what city do you hail from?
"Jamoura, that what they call your kind?" Imass put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the brick wall, "I am known as an Akalak. We hail from the great city Riverfall. All Akalak are similarly colored. We are a warrior and hunter race. We slay beasts on the plains of Cyprus for sport," the blueman left out many details of how they revered all their kills.
Smirking at Zeb, almost taunting him with the notion that he enjoyed the simple slaying of creatures, "Purveyor of knowledge Zeb, tell me of these beasts from your city... wait, what city do you hail from?