Ankyra Sound salt in the wound

The way Edmund responded made Tux believe he could speak the language, but the man still responded in the language of the outsiders.  His brow creases; he does not know this language as well as Trigedasleng, but if it is what the stranger prefers, well, he knows enough to get by.  His eyes flicker to the salt crusted weeds strewn upon the sands, then back up at the stranger.

Well, shoot.  He'd never thought to put them in his mouth before (hold your applause) but it made sense that they'd taste like fish.  It came from the water, which sure smelled like fish.  He wrinkles his nose but cannot help but bend down to lick at one of the beached seaweeds, and immediately he realizes what a mistake that was.  He smacks his tongue across the roof of his mouth as his lips raise.  Salt, too.

He sniffs, nose still wrinkled, before he addresses the stranger again.  What's your name?