Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

He could hear nothing of what they said. Even if he had, he would not have understood a single word of it. He mewled more, louder, his small lungs used to their full capacity as he wordlessly cried out for help. Finally, there it was—comfort as he released the contents of his stomach (from the correct end). The next noise he made was a squeak of delight, happiness still a thing he did not understand. Malrok knew only of comfort and discomfort, but he would learn quickly.

It was strange, this world, but Malrok would fit into it quite well with time. He fussed for a moment longer, now seeking out milk to refill his stomach so that the process could start all over again.