Neverwinter Forest Pardon, I'm getting my scream on

His muzzle twitches at the butchering of his language, both appalled and amused. He shakes his head, laughing. Oh no! I wouldn't. I'm telling you how to say 'hello, my name is Lenny'. He chuckled.  Your pronunciation is wrong — jah-mmmmmbo. You hum the m's. And the n's. Lah-nnnngu. He had never had to teach his language before — at least not to a foreigner. He'd corrected his siblings' and cousins' words, certainly, but they knew the tongue — the patterns and grammar.